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missmonsters2 · 8 months

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Mirror, Mirror | Five

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PART FOUR

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Deleting the video evidence of Wanda's embarrassing confession only goes slightly awry, and in the end, she can't tell if she's relieved or disappointed with herself. Perhaps she can get advice from someone who was once in her position.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

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Wanda jiggles her key through the door with a renewed rush. Her hands are shaky, and she should really just take her time. This wasn't making it go any faster.

Darcy had just dropped her off after they ate their McDonald's meal in the parking lot and was on her way back to get access to her laptop to help Wanda.

Finally unlocking the door, Wanda took her shoes off haphazardly and took off towards your room. Your laptop sits innocently at your desk, unaware of all the havoc Wanda will reap upon it if it doesn't give her access to your email.

She pulls out the chair and sits down before she opens it up. The first thing that greets her is the password page. Wanda pulls out the USB that Darcy gave her and plugs it in. All she can do now is wait since Darcy said she'd text Wanda once she made it home.

The next 15 minutes feel like a bottomless pit of hell. Wanda checks her watch every couple of minutes, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Come on, come on, come on," Wanda huffs quietly. She's extremely paranoid about what you might be doing. It's unlikely you'd be returning home tonight, and even if you were, it'd be a couple of hours from now.

Yet, the unhinged part of Wanda wants to pull out her phone and text you, "Hey, what's up? You're still busy sexing up Raye, right? Definitely not ideal, but you're not checking your emails or on your way home, right?

Wanda wishes she made Natasha go stakeout Raye's house to alert her when you were leaving the place. Before she can think more insane thoughts, her phone vibrates in her hand, and Wanda checks it with speed. It was from Darcy confirming she'd made it home and it'd be any minute now.

Wanda looks up at your laptop screen, pushing her finger against the mousepad to ensure the screen doesn't time out. The USB must give Darcy some kind of access because, true to her word, something does start happening.

Wanda watches the screen with mild interest as a separate window pops up. The background is black, but it's clearly some kind of coding as random words begin running. It takes a few minutes, but then asterisks fill your password box. It only takes 3 times before the right password is entered and Wanda's gained access.

"Yes!" She celebrates before she sends Darcy a quick text.

Wanda pulls up your email and finds the latest one sent to you is a link to a Google Drive. There are many videos and some photos, but Wanda recognizes herself in one of the thumbnails and clicks on it.

"I don't see what's so great about Raye—"

Wanda immediately stops playing it, unable to bear the embarrassment of hearing herself. She quickly deletes the clip, also going to the trash bin to make sure it's permanently deleted. Wanda checks everything several times to ensure there are no other clips and any trace of her confession is gone.

Mission completed.

Relief floods her system, knowing that the clip has been deleted.

Wanda closed everything she opened, making sure she changed the status of the email to unread. Once everything is as it was, Wanda closes your laptop and unplugs the USB.

Stuffing the USB into her pocket, she's about to send another text to Darcy when Wanda hears the front door open, and you call out her name. You must've seen her shoes at the door, but Wanda still doesn't answer. She hears you walking back down the hallway toward your room and panics.

Oh, god, she couldn't walk back out that door without bumping into you, and she couldn't jump out the window either with them living on the 10th floor.

Oh, fuck, what does she do? Wanda's panicking as she shakes her hands in hysteria and looks around frantically.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Wanda carefully makes her way to your closet, but it's filled wall to wall with your clothes, and the floor is filled with your shoes and other boxes. There was no room to hide in there.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Wanda's walking around your room and has no idea where to hide. She looks at your bed and internally groans. Dropping to her knees, she scoots herself until she's fully underneath, flat on her stomach, but her head is kept off the floor. She quickly opens her phone and turns it from vibration mode to silence—Wanda refuses to be caught. She would rather die than even try and explain all of this.

The door opens, and Wanda only gets a few of your slippers as you make your way back to your desk. She hears a soft clank on the desk, and Wanda can only assume it's the mug of tea you have every night.

Wanda hears you sigh quietly as you seem to settle in for the night. This is not good. This is fucking terrible.

Wanda can't tell how long she's been stuck under your bed. She's too worried about moving and accidentally making a noise. All she hears is the soft music playing and your mouse and keyboard clicking.

Suddenly, her phone lights up with a notification. It's a text from you.

Wanda bites her lip, trying to decide if she should answer. Ultimately, she decides she should because it's possible you might try to call her if she doesn't, and she definitely can't answer it if you do. Wanda would also feel bad about not answering you if you're worried.

But, god fucking dammit, she's going to have to lie. Again.

Wanda hears a breathy chuckle from you and tries not to smile.

Fuck.

Wanda doesn't know if she should say yes or no. If she says yes, will you wait until she gets home? Wanda can only dread how long she might be stuck under your bed.

The chair you're sitting scrapes against the floor a little. A reply doesn't come for a few minutes, and Wanda wishes she could see what you were doing.

Wanda stares at the text, trying to see if she can decipher your tone from just the words alone. It's something you've told her countless times when she told you she'd be staying at Vision's place. Yet, somehow, this feels different.

You stop replying to her after that. It's both a relief that Wanda could stop digging herself into another hole and a torture she's left without much to do again.

Wanda checks some of her other texts and replies to them, but her battery life is getting exceedingly low, and she doesn't want it to die on her accidentally if you do decide to text her again.

The last time she opened the phone to check the time, an hour and a half had passed. There's almost a desperation to give herself up and come clean to relinquish herself from the sheer boredom, but Wanda holds strong since she reasons she'd already made it this far.

"Hmm," Wanda hears you let out a deep hum. The mouse clicks a few times, and Wanda wishes she could see what you were staring at.

Definitely not her confession video; that much comforts Wanda.

God, she's bored. She's so bored that the fear has long left her body.

It's a miracle when Wanda hears you get up and stretch, a few cricks released from your back. You leave the room, and Wanda hears the bathroom door shut.

Wanda scrambles to get out from under the bed, nearly hitting her head 5 times. She quickly tiptoes out of your room, heading for the front door and opening it. Just as you're coming out of the bathroom, Wanda shuts the door as if she's just gotten in.

"Wanda, is that you?" You call from the hallway.

"Yep! You're still up?" Wanda calls back, laughing nervously to herself about how stupid this all was, but relief she was clearly getting away with it.

"Yeah, just thought I'd get a start on the editing stuff for Tony," you say as Wanda walks towards you.

"Oh, cool," Wanda doesn't inquire further but says, "I thought you were staying at Raye's tonight?"

"Oh, uh," you seem surprised that Wanda asks. "I was having a hard time falling asleep on her bed. The mattress is too soft and gives me the worst cricks."

"Oh," Wanda nods, knowing that your mattress is memory foam but on the firmer side.

"What about you?" You ask back. "Didn't go home with Darcy?"

"Uh, no," Wanda fumbles slightly. "Uh, it was good, but I, uh, was getting a slight stomachache from the McDonald's so I decided to go home."

You frown. "Do you want some tea? Maybe some Tums?"

"Maybe some ginger and honey tea?"

You nod. "Alright, I'll get some ready for you. Why don't you go take your makeup off and whatnot? We could watch some TV before we sleep."

"Oo," Wanda grins. "I think I saw some things come out on Disney+, let's see what they have!"

The rollercoaster of the night comes to a satisfying end for Wanda.

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The next three weeks are odd for Wanda. During the first and second weeks, she was so busy with her clients and a whole PR mess that she barely had time to see you.

She spends more time collaborating with her team about how they will dig one of their clients out of the mess they'd made or if they should just drop the client. She's barely been able to think about her feelings for you and what to do about it.

By the time the third week arrives, everything at work finally slows down, and she has time to herself like a regular person again. Wanda reflects back on her position and the entire video-deleting debacle.

With the fear and adrenaline long gone, Wanda can't actually tell if she's disappointed that you haven't discovered her feelings. Would things have just been easier if you had watched the video?

At the very least, it might be better in the sense Wanda wouldn't be stuck in the same place.

Wanda's sitting on the couch, lazily trying to focus on her book but can't with her mind continuously drifting. You haven't been home as of late—Wanda only realized you've been out a lot for a week and a half now.

Sighing, Wanda closes her book. She was getting bored again. You wouldn't be home until later, and she already spent an hour on the phone with Natasha earlier.

Just as Wanda was about to text you to ask if there was any possibility you'd be home earlier, the front doorknob jiggled, signaling someone was putting in their key.

Wanda smiles, hoping she'll see you walk through the door, but smiles even wider when she sees who walks through it.

Getting up from the couch, Wanda runs and jumps, latching onto the person.

"Oof," the voice was gruff.

"Bucky!" Wanda yells excitedly as Bucky catches her, wrapping his arm around her to ensure she doesn't fall, even though her legs are around him.

"Hi, nutball," Bucky says, but his mouth is muffled by Wanda's shoulder and some of her hair.

Wanda slowly slides back down onto the floor, taking a good look at Bucky. Of all the people she adores besides you, Bucky is at the top of her list, along with Natasha, which is why they both have key fobs to the apartment.

Bucky kind of reminds her of Pietro in certain ways, if Pietro would ever grow up and get a little serious. Bucky seems to know that and has cared for Wanda in Pietro's stead now that the guy has left for Europe since they turned 18.

"When did you get back?" Wanda asks. "Why didn't you call? I would've arranged to pick you up from the airport."

"It's fine. Steve picked me up from the airport and we relaxed a little bit before he had to leave to the station to do some kind of sketch for a case," Bucky says as he takes off his shoes.

They wander back into the living room space and take a seat. Bucky had brought her some coffee and pastries that Wanda delighted over.

"So," Wanda says after a sip of her coffee. "How was California?"

"Hot," Bucky smiles.

"You said you were going to train an upcoming actor in a movie, right?"

Bucky nods, sipping his own coffee. "Yeah, some new superhero movie. Pretty young; I think he just turned 18. Definitely now super ripped for an 18 year old," Bucky laughs.

"Does he need a PR agent?" Wanda grins.

Bucky rolls his eyes with mirth. "Probably not since he has his manager handling everything, but I did pass your card along."

"You're good people."

Bucky snorts, and they spend another half hour catching up before he finally comes to the topic he's been waiting to discuss. "You know, Steve brought up something interesting."

"Oh, yeah?" Wanda raises her brow.

"Steve was bringing up how Bug seems to be seeing someone," Bucky says slowly. "And she looks a lot like you...like everyone else Bug has dated."

Wanda lets out a huge groan. "Steve should eat rocks and jump into the ocean."

Bucky laughs, leaning back onto the couch, and smiles. "So? What do you think?"

"About what?"

Bucky gives her a side-eye, and she groans quietly this time.

"Fine," she grumbles. "It was strange to realize, but like, a good strange. I don't know. I want...I want her to look at me."

Wanda's blushing at the admittance to Bucky. It makes her feel shy, but also good that someone else close to her knows and will be on her side.

"Have you confessed?"

"Not exactly."

"Ah, so you haven't done shit except probably rope people into your weird schemes that turn out poorly."

Wanda's jaw drops. "I have not—okay, well, I mean, I wouldn't say they turned out poorly." She would never tell Bucky about the videotaping incident. She was taking that to her grave.

Bucky eyes Wanda, taking in the small expressions on her face and the muted longing in her eyes as she picks at her nails. "You're so much like me, sometimes I'm convinced that you're actually my little sister," Bucky grins, and Wanda mirrors him. "Don't tell Pietro that, though. He's gets so jealous."

Wanda just gives him an, 'obviously,' look.

"When I started realizing my feelings for Steve, I didn't say anything for a long, long time, and I've known I've liked Steve since we were boys making mudpies," Bucky leans his head back against the couch, the coffee resting between his hands on his stomach. "I kept thinking about what if Steve didn't feel the same? And then there was the whole Peggy situation, and I didn't want to break that up."

"You're better than me," Wanda sighs. "I would break them up in a heartbeat if I knew how she felt about me."

Bucky can't hold his laugh in for that but continues on. "I think a lot of those fears I had paralyzed me. I kept thinking I'd have more time and there was a right moment, or if I did certain things, Steve would feel the same. I just had to wait it out."

"So, what happened?"

Bucky gave her a wan smile. "Steve and Peggy, even though they'd be on and off, were getting more serious. One night, Steve told me he was thinking about proposing."

"What?" Wanda's jaw drops. She's never heard of this. "But obviously he didn't because you guys are together now."

"Yeah," Bucky laughs, "because I totally freaked out. I started saying he couldn't and then kissed him, and then started crying. It was a mess."

"Oh, god," Wanda rests her hand against her mouth. She could totally see herself doing that to you if you said the same thing. Now, she's starting to freak out if you're getting serious with Raye.

"I think you know what I'm getting at," Bucky says, turning his head to look over at Wanda, and she feels vaguely uncomfortable. "You need to say something—now. There's no perfect timing. There's nothing extra you can do to magically know, and you're not gonna always have more time."

Wanda lets her head fall back against the couch, closing her eyes. They start to sting with tears, and she feels that same fear creep into her belly. Yet, Bucky's words resonate with her, and she suppresses that fear until it settles into a muted nervousness.

"Fuck, I swear you and Steve planned this."

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Despite Wanda's talk with Bucky, she says absolutely nothing to you when you arrive home late in the evening. Wanda's eyes are glued to the TV, watching How I Met Your Mother absently.

You seemed to have a long day yourself as you carefully sat next to her on the couch.

The air feels weird, and there's a tension in your shoulders. It starts to make Wanda tense until you suddenly relax with a deep breath. You shuffle in your seat before scooting until you're pressed against Wanda's side, resting your head against her shoulder.

The smell of clean laundry and leaves fills Wanda's nose, and she relaxes against you.

"Wanna order in?" You say.

"Yeah," Wanda replies, pulling out her phone to see what she was in the mood for. The two of you quickly place an order and continue to sit in silence, watching the TV.

You seem deep in thought, but you grab Wanda's hand at some point, holding it with keen interest.

Wanda doesn't say anything. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears are warm as you stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. Her heart doesn't speed up, but it begins to thud noticeably harder in her chest.

It continues like that until the food arrives, and it's also eaten in silence with the background noise of the TV. Yet, whenever Wanda looks up, she finds you staring at her, and you don't break eye contact.

It's strange, and it's making Wanda feel somewhat nauseous.

When the food is done and put away, the two of you settle back onto the couch, but Wanda doesn't think she can handle the silence anymore.

"How was your day?"

You turn your head, staring at Wanda, and reply softly. "Okay...how was yours? Bucky told me he stopped by to see you."

Wanda tenses. "Yeah," she mumbles. "It was good seeing him again."

"It's nice that he's home," you nod. "I'm sure Steve is happy."

Steve doesn't deserve to be happy, Wanda pettily thinks. It was his fault that Wanda felt so nervous that she felt like she would puke.

Wanda needs to say something.

She knows she needs to say something now like Bucky told her to.

All those same fears and anxiety creep up, but frustration has also lingered in her since the day she realized her feelings for you.

Wanda's tired, she realizes. She's also sick of saying nothing and watching you be with someone else. She's scared but would rather say something and be put out of her misery than continue saying nothing.

Just as Wanda is about to say something else, you say something first.

"I broke up with Raye."

Just like that, the wind is blown out of her sails, and Wanda's brain stalls. "What?"

"I," you clear your throat, "broke up with Raye."

"When?"

"A week and a half ago."

"And you're just telling me now?"

Your brow scrunches, and you turn in your seat to fully face Wanda as you cross your legs on the couch. You're fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. "Yes...I needed to think."

"Think about what?"

You wet your lips. "If...if it was worth it potentially ruining our friendship for something more."

Wanda's heart drops like an amusement park ride. Her stomach feels the same way it does when an airplane is ascending.

She had all these things she was going to say to you just a minute ago, and now her head was empty, and all she could think about was what you were trying to say.

"I think it is...if you feel the same, which I know you do unless something's changed in the last three weeks."

"How do you know?" Wanda frowns. Then again, she wasn't trying to be sly about it the last few months. Maybe you've finally caught on.

Wait, Wanda pauses. Three weeks? That was when—

You pull out an SD card from your pocket. Wanda's around you enough to know what that is, and her stomach sinks.

"You know," you give her a small smile. "I was trying to edit the video together for Tony the night after the party, but as I was going through the footage, a third of the photos or videos were corrupted."

Wanda thinks back to the USB she returned to Darcy. Dammit, Darcy! That lying, sneaking, betraying—

"I didn't think much of it, but I had to meet up with the videographer to get the original files. You'd never guess what was on there," you smile wryly. "Or maybe you do since you've somehow deleted it from my Google Drive...and corrupted the other files, so I'd have to get the originals. Very conflicting motives I was getting."

"I didn't mean to corrupt the other files," Wanda mumbles. "But you should probably get your laptop professionally cleaned..."

You give her a weird look but chuckle with a shake of your head. "You're super kooky, you know."

"I do know," Wanda rolls her eyes. "I think you know as well."

"I thought I might've seen you on my first date with Raye. That rock that hit that car wouldn't happen to be something you know about, do you?"

"Not at all," Wanda replies quickly. "But if I did, I'm sure the person would want to say she wasn't aiming for the car or your head."

"So, just Raye's head?"

"Once again, not a clue what the intention was as it wasn't me."

You laugh, and Wanda joins in until it fades, and you bite your bottom lip. "I don't know how any of this works, Wanda. I've never dated anyone I consider my best friend."

"I would hope not," Wanda raises her brow at you. "That means someone else was your best friend and you've committed the ultimate betrayal."

You roll your eyes with a mirth and a smile.

"I haven't either," Wanda says softly, slowly turning fully toward you, grabbing your hand, and lacing your fingers together. "But I want to. And no matter what happens, we're gonna be okay. I don't think I'll ever love anyone the way I love you. I think I've loved you for a really, really long time."

"Me too," you mumble, squeezing Wanda's hand, feeling shy. "I don't think I ever really thought about it. I just love you. You're my best friend and I love you."

"Now I'm your girlfriend," Wanda grins, leaning closer and closing her eyes.

"Whoa, okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves now. What if we're not even sexually compatible?"

Wanda pulls back and looks at your face, shocked. It's stony and serious until your lip twitches and Wanda smacks you.

"Ugh, you're such a brat!"

"No, that's you. I'm stinky."

"Stinky."

"Brat."

"Bug."

"Witch."

"Oh, we're bringing back middle school nicknames, are we?" Wanda narrows her eyes at you. You're about to say something else, but Wanda's had enough.

Didn't she think something earlier about being sick of saying nothing? What was she thinking? Saying nothing sounds ideal.

Wanda launches herself across the seat into you, hearing you grunt as she topples you over onto the couch and presses her lips against yours.

It's not a dream this time, Wanda's very sure.

This was much, much better than any dream could give her. It feels better.

Your lips are soft, and you taste faintly like the cookie you split with her earlier.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, Wanda's mind is racing. She's finally kissing you.

Oh my god, she was kissing you!

You were kissing her back!

Wanda kisses you, pressing her lips over yours over and over as your fingers trail over the outside of her thighs and stroke up to her back. You're bolder than her as your fingers dip under her shirt, pressing her against bare skin.

It's thrilling; Wanda almost can't lie still on top of you. Goosebumps are forming, and it's forming everywhere.

You break the kiss, lips caressing her jaw, and scatter light kisses as they trail down her throat.

Your hand moves higher up Wanda's back and pauses.

"No bra?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't leave the house today," Wanda mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

You hum. "No complaints here," you resume your caresses of her bare skin but pause again. "Wanna move to the bedroom?"

No, Wanda thinks. She doesn't want to detach herself from this position. She doesn't want your touch or your kisses to stop.

You can tell that Wanda's debating the pros and cons, and you try to persuade her. "A bed will give us more room to do things...and I want to do a lot of things..." You nibble on her collarbone.

Wanda lets out a soft moan, and her toes curl.

"Okay, fine," Wanda acquiesces, getting up and pulling you along with her. "Move quickly, though. No dallying."

"Dallying? I would never," you smile as Wanda pulls you down the hall. "I'll mirror you perfectly."

"I think you always have," Wanda says softly, turning to look at you. "That's why it's taken us so long to get here. We're stupid."

You laugh. "Seems like one of us deviated from our mirror, mirror dance."

The two of you enter Wanda's bedroom, and she falls back onto it, pulling you on top of her.

Your body heat spreads across hers, and Wanda thinks she's dizzy again.

"Good," Wanda mumbles, cupping your face, her thumb stroking your cheek. "I'm tired of us being chickens."

You press a kiss to her, smiling against her lips. One arm wraps around Wanda while the other trails under the front of Wanda's shirt.

"Speak for yourself," your fingers trail higher and higher. "Maybe I'm just stupid." You press another kiss, lingering a moment longer, and then pull away. "Chicken."

"Stupid," Wanda smiles, her lips grazing yours when she does.

"Witch."

"Bug."

"Brat."

"Stinky."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Wanda feels something so peaceful settle over her. The butterflies in her stomach flutter around from your touch, but she's so happy. She thinks she might cry if she thinks about it too much because this was all she ever wanted.

Wanda focuses on the feel of your hands on her skin instead and how you're making her feel hot. She focuses on the feel of your lips against her skin, the sound of her breaths, and your soft moans.

There's no way the two of you aren't sexually compatible, but Wanda's eager to find out exactly how compatible they are...over and over.

As your lips trail lower and more clothes are removed, Wanda idly thinks that maybe Steve doesn't need to eat rocks and jump into the ocean.

EPILOGUE

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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Into the Void

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You never had a single thought about falling into the Abyss until it happened to you while you were in Sumeru trying to gather some Viparyas for your research. Who knew that you being a mortal, would be stripped from you so soon all because the Abyss needed a new ruler.

Note: I have decided to combine two requests together because I have been lagging behind on completing requests because of how busy I am with my university. So I've been thinking about posting mini stories (either for the Isekai'd!reader series or for individual characters), but I'm not entirely sure if I should do it because of how busy I am with school. Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Blood, slight violence, but it's just a pinch of violence; other than those two, I'm not entirely sure if there's another warning needed 🤔 it's hurt/comfort

Word Count: 9.7k

You run as fast as you can. Your heart is racing in your chest; your blood is pounding in your eardrums. You’re panting so hard that you can taste the coppery blood in your mouth. You have no idea where you’re running or who you’re running from. All you can do is run and not look back at what’s chasing you through the thick forest of Sumeru. The last thing you remember was having to trek up the mountains of Sumeru in search of the Viparyas to study the mysterious plant, only for something or someone to chase you through the forest of Sumeru.

“Leave me alone!” You screech.

You quicken your pace and dodge the trees; the scenery around you becomes a blur as you race through the forest, trying to flee from what’s chasing after you. All you want is to grab a Viparyas or two, bring them back to the Akademiya, and study the flowers for your botany class. But due to unforeseen circumstances, you will not be able to gather some Viparyas for your studies until you’re able to lose whatever is chasing after you.

It was like you have gotten slower, and the thing has gotten faster. You jump and hide behind the bushes, hoping to catch your breath quickly before having to make a run again. Yes, you do not know what you’re running from or who you’re running from, but alarms go off in your head, telling you to run immediately. You clutch your hands to your chest, press yourself up against a tree behind the bush, and try your best to even out your breath. Your legs are sore, your chest and throat hurt, your head is pounding, and you feel like you’re going to pass out at any moment.

SNAP!

Your head shoots up from the sound of a twig snapping a foot in front of you. Without a second thought, you jump out from behind the bushes and continue to run for your life in the forest. Your heart is racing in your chest so much that it is starting to hurt, causing you to slow down in your tracks, stumbling over vines. The tree branches whip across your face as you race further into the forest, not knowing where you’re going. As far as you know, you’re straying farther and farther away from Vanarana.

You continue to venture deeper into the forest, hoping to catch sight of a familiar surrounding that Tighnari once showed you. Unfortunately for you, with every tree you see and every corner you turn, everything looks the same, and you know that there’s no way for you to get out of the forest quickly without getting caught. Heck, you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to leave the forest and return to the Akademiya.

Your right foot ends up getting caught on a vine on the ground, causing you to stumble and fall into the large crack in the ground. You feel your stomach drop, and you flail your arms to try to get a hold of something so you wouldn’t fall further into the cracks, but you end up grabbing nothing but air. Your hair whips around your face, obscuring your vision, and your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach as you’re free-falling somewhere unknown.

“Xiao!!!” You screamed, hoping the Yaksha would come to your rescue.

To your dismay, the Yaksha never shows up to rescue you from your doom. You continue to plummet into the unknown. Your eyes blur with tears with each passing second. You then land on the hard ground, wailing in pain when you land on your arm, bending it in the way arms aren’t supposed to be bent.

You slowly kneel and clutch your injured arm to your chest, tears rolling down your cheeks as you look at your surroundings. It did not look like an underground of some sort. You’re in an endless darkness of void; there is little to no light. You slowly get up from the ground, your arm still pressing up against your chest. You don’t know what you look like currently, but you’re certain that your Akademiya uniform is dirty and ripped at the ends from running and getting caught onto branches in the forest. You look up, hoping to see the entrance where you have fallen from, but to no avail. It’s like the ground has opened up underneath your feet and swallowed you whole before zipping the entrance away.

You swallow the lump in your throat, wiping the endless tears that continue to roll down your cheeks. “Where am I?” You whisper, your lower lips trembling, your body shaking with fear.

You squint into the darkness and begin to wander around aimlessly, hoping to find an exit. You’re taking baby steps, afraid that you’re going to trip and fall over something that can lead you to another endless void of darkness. You stop in your tracks when you feel something staring directly at you; goosebumps form on your arms, the hairs at the back of your neck stand up, and your heartbeat begins to race against your ribcage.

“Oh, what’s this? I see that we have a visitor from the outer realms.” A deep voice coming from the darkness chuckles.

You freeze and tense up. “Who are you? Where am I?” You squeak, curling into yourself, seeking comfort.

“Oh? You don’t know where you are? You poor thing.” The voice coos mockingly.

This time, the voice from the darkness is closer to where you’re standing. You shrink away from the voice and slowly back up, hoping to find a corner somewhere to hide and seek comfort like a terrified deer that is cornered by a predator.

You grit your teeth together. “Answer my question,” You growl, digging your nails into the palm of your hands as you wait for the voice to give you answers.

A figure is now looming over you, staring down at you with its red eyes. Just the mere sight of the creature made your heart fall out of your ass. Standing in front of you is the Pyro Abyss Lector. You stumble back when the Pyro Abyss Lector hovers closer to you, holding your uninjured arm out in front of you, hoping it would stop the Pyro Abyss Lector from coming any closer to you.

The Pyro Abyss Lector holds his hand out. “I am Enjou, the Pyro Abyss Lector. And you, my dear, are in the Abyss.”

“The Abyss?! How did I end up in the Abyss!?” You whisper to yourself. You continue to back away from the Pyro Abyss Lector named Enjou. “No, no, no, no, no.” You shake your head and pat your cheeks, trying to keep your sanity together. “I fell through the cracks in the forest of Sumeru. There’s no way for me to end up in the Abyss,” You tremble.

Enjou chuckles. “In denial, are we? I can feel your sanity deteriorate as we speak.” From the tone of his voice, you can tell that he is smirking at your misery.

“How do I get out of here?” You demand.

Enjou lets out a snort before bursting out laughing at your sudden burst of confidence and determination to get out of the Abyss. How cute. Now he can see why the former Abyss Prince and Princess were so enthralled by you. Your little burst of confidence is adorable but not cute enough to get you out of the Abyss easily.

You look at the Pyro Abyss Lector with a confused glare, wondering why he finds your comment amusing. Is he mocking you? “What’s so funny!? Do you really think that I’ll be stuck in the Abyss for the rest of my life!?” You demand.

Enjou wipes his imaginary tears, crossing his arms over his chest. You can almost see a smile on his face if he had a mouth. “Your confidence and determination are adorable. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you’ll be able to make it out of the Abyss, but I can’t promise you anything. Especially when you’re not from this universe.” Enjou squats in front of you and taps on the tip of your nose mockingly.

“What do you mean? I am from this universe. Are you crazy?” You squeak.

Enjou towers over you and slams his hand on the wall behind you beside your head. You flinch and glare up at Enjou, who is drilling holes into your skull with scrutiny. “I know you’re not from this world, human. We all do.”

You look at Enjou with confusion. “Who’s we?” You whisper.

Enjou leans in close to your face; you turn your head and close your eyes. You don’t like how close he’s standing in front of you, nor do you like how close his face is to yours. Enjou reaches forward, grabs you by your cheeks, his palm caressing your chin, and turns your head so you can face him.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me now, [Y/N]. We’ve been watching you since the beginning; the Abyss is always watching.” Enjou whispers into your ears, sending chills down your spine.

“What do you want from me?” You spat, clenching your jaws while glaring up at the Pyro Abyss Lector.

Enjou tightens his grip around your face, making you visibly wince. “Instead of prancing around Teyvat, how do you feel about becoming the next ruler of the Abyss?”

You squirm in his grasp, grabbing Enjou’s wrist, attempting to pry his hands away from your face, only to fail. “Never!” You grunt, thrashing around in Enjou’s grasp. “I will never rule the Abyss, and I refuse to!” You growl.

Enjou chuckles. “Oh, you think you have a choice! How cute.”

Back at the abode, there is nothing but chaos. People are shouting over each other, pointing accusing fingers at each other. It has been a day since you disappeared out of thin air without a single trace, and no one can track you down. Not even the best Harbingers can track down your location.

“Xiao,” Zhongli says, looking over at the brooding Yaksha, “you said that [Y/N] called out your name, but when you appeared after they called you, they disappeared out of thin air. Is that correct?” Zhongli asks.

Xiao shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know how to describe it. I tried to grab them as they were falling; it was like my hands went through theirs.” Xiao clenches his fist, reminiscing about the horrors a day prior.

Scaramouche narrows his eyes and props his feet up on the ottoman. “How come you didn’t jump in after them when that happened?”

Xiao sighs and closes his eyes. “If I could, I would. But when I tried to go after them, it was like the ground had closed up,” Xiao replies.

“How strange….” Ayato murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dainsleif looks around the room. “Does anyone know about their whereabouts when they were in Sumeru?” Dainsleif asks.

“[Y/N] mentioned gathering Viparyas for their botany class to study the flower,” replied Albedo.

Tighnari lets out a hum, propping his left hand on his hip while stroking his chin with his right hand. “Viparyas can only be found in Vanarana, in the Grove of Dreams. If [Y/N] were to go to the real version of the Vanarana, they’ll only find the Padisarahs,” Tighnari murmurs.

“Could it be that [Y/N] went to the Grove of Dreams?” Thoma asks, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

Aether shakes his head at Thoma’s question. “There’s no strange hole that closes up when you fall into it in the Grove of Dreams. It’s possible that [Y/N] could have fallen into a cave, but after hearing Xiao say that the ground swallowed [Y/N] up, I’m not too sure anymore.” Aether sighs in defeat.

“I really hope that [Y/N]’s okay. They’ve been gone for one day, and we don’t know where they are exactly. I’m really worried about them.” Heizou expresses, his shoulders slumping as he holds the throw pillow to his chest.

Cyno crosses his arms over his chest. “One day doesn’t sound too bad, as long as it doesn’t drag on for over a week,” said Cyno.

Venti scrunches his face up. “Being away from [Y/N] for that long and not seeing their face for over a day or almost a week sounds awful,” Venti grumbles, messing with his braids.

“Where’s Childe? He’s been gone for a few hours, and we still haven’t heard anything back from him.” Al Haitham comments, leaning against the wooden pillar in the estate.

Gorou shrugs his shoulders at Al Haitham’s question. “The last thing he said was that he’ll be scouting the area where [Y/N] was last seen. It’s a good thing that Dottore made a bracelet for [Y/N] that has an elemental trace on the bracelet,” Gorou says, sitting down on the wooden stool with a shaky sigh as he runs his hands through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing that the creepy doctor did that,” Itto says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the icy blue-haired man.

Dottore raises his eyebrows at Itto. “Creepy doctor?” Dottore mutters to himself.

Pantalone snickers. “A fitting nickname for the Doctor,” Pantalone whispers to Dottore, earning an elbow to the gut from Dottore.

“I really hope that Childe comes back with some good news. I have a bad feeling about [Y/N]’s sudden disappearance while they’re out in the forest looking for Viparyas. Their disappearance feels intentional,” Baizhu mutters, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Diluc raises his eyebrows at Baizhu. “What, like their disappearance was planned, or are you implying that they were targeted by someone?” Diluc asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Someone is targeting [Y/N], for sure. I don’t think [Y/N] would ever intentionally disappear. The only time they “disappear” is to hide away in their bedroom to take extra naps between their studies. Other than that, [Y/N] wouldn’t disappear without a trace,” Kaeya sighs, closing his eyes and resting his head on the palm of his hands.

Kazuha sighs from the comfort of the couch. A throw blanket draped over Kazuha’s legs as he clutches the throw pillow to his chest. “I can’t help but notice that there has been an increase in danger lately,” Kazuha murmurs, playing with the tassels on the throw pillow.

The door to the estate slams open, and Childe runs into the mansion with Ganyu and Lumine following after him; the three of them look frantic and almost terrified.

“Rex Lapis,” Ganyu whispers, breathing heavily as she tries to catch her breath. “We have found some traces of [Y/N],” Ganyu swallows the lump in her throat and nudges Lumine lightly in the ribs with her elbow.

Lumine looks over at Aether, her eyes brimmed with tears as she holds up a blood-stained fabric. Al Haitham snatches the cloth from Lumine’s grasp and examines the material closely, with Tighnari and Cyno standing by his side.

“It’s [Y/N]’s Akademiya uniform.” Lumine croaks, wiping the tears that made their way down her cheeks.

Childe grits his teeth and clenches his hands into tight fists. “I know where [Y/N] is, but you’re not going to like it,” Childe states. Everyone in the room looks falls quiet and over at Childe.

“Where are they?” Cyno asks, crossing his arms over his chest, occasionally looking down at the white fabric that is now stained with dried blood.

Childe takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “[Y/N] fell into the Abyss, just like how I fell into the Abyss when I was fourteen,” Childe says.

“But how? How can we know for sure that [Y/N] has fallen into the Abyss?” Al Haitham demands, clutching onto the torn, bloody fabric tightly.

Lumine lets out a shaky breath. “[Y/N] was being chased by an Abyss Lector. After they have fallen through the crack in the Earth, the Abyss Lector sealed the cracks and disappeared,” Lumine explains.

“Are you implying that they have planned this entire time?” Pierro asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face.

Lumine shrugs her shoulders. “I can’t say for certain, but what I do know is that the Abyss have been watching [Y/N] since their first arrival at Teyvat,” said Lumine.

Baizhu narrows his eyes, gripping his arms tightly, his nails digging into the skin of his arms, leaving a mark. “I thought the Abyss had been taken down,” Baizhu mutters.

Dainsleif sighs. “Unfortunately, the Abyss is still as active as they were since the beginning. Only they don’t have an Abyss Prince or Princess ruling over them,” Dainsleif replies.

“Oh no….” Aether trails off, his face turning almost as white as Paimon’s hair.

Everyone turns to look at Aether, confused by his reaction. Aether looks visibly sick; he looks like he’s about to pass out or go into cardiac arrest. Aether holds up his index finger and walks over to the wall, and leans against it, trying to steady his racing heart.

“Oh no? What do you mean by oh no?” Venti squeaks, looking at Aether nervously.

Aether looks over at Lumine, who fumbles with her gloves nervously. The two trade looks before nodding their heads as if they were mentally communicating with each other. Lumine takes a step forward and gulps. “Since the Abyss doesn’t have a ruler anymore and they have been watching [Y/N]’s every move since their arrival, there’s a very high chance that the Abyss is going to make [Y/N] the new Abyss ruler,” Lumine says softly.

“What?!” Heizou gasps, looking at Lumine and Aether in disbelief.

Ayato raises his hand, his eyebrows narrowing. “And how are they going to make [Y/N] the new ruler of the Abyss when they’re not even from this world, nor are they immortal or a god.”

Tighnari strokes his chin. “I heard that there was a group of scholars at the Akademiya that tried to make their own archon, but that project was later scrapped twenty percent into the project,” Tighnari murmurs.

“What are you implying, Tighnari?” Scaramouche asks.

Albedo frowns and closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. “Tighnari is implying that there’s a possible chance that the Abyss is going to find a way to make [Y/N] an immortal being before making [Y/N] the new ruler of the Abyss,” Albedo answers.

“Is that even possible? To make a mortal immortal, that is.” Kazuha asks, looking over at Dottore and Albedo.

Dottore hesitates for a moment before nodding his head slowly. “It is possible, but experiments like that take time and many trials and errors. If the Abyss were to find a way to turn [Y/N] into an immortal being in a short amount of time, it could cause detrimental damages to [Y/N],” Dottore says, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“How detrimental are we speaking?” Kaeya whispers.

Dottore presses his lips into a thin line and looks away, unsure whether he should answer Kaeya’s question truthfully or not. Making a human into an immortal being not only takes time, but there are a lot of risks in doing such experiments. One of the risks is the test subject’s potentially losing their life before the experiment is completed.

Zhongli sighs and clenches his jaws. “If [Y/N]’s mind and body are strong enough for it, they will live. If not, then they will die from the excessive experiments performed on them.”

“I’m going to kill them all if they lay a single hand on [Y/N]’s head,” Diluc growls, his jaws tensing up.

Gorou suddenly stands up and begins to pace back and forth in the living room. “We need to find a way to get [Y/N] out of there as soon as possible! I don’t want them to be in the Abyss any longer, or else something bad is going to happen.”

“Relax, Gorou! I’m sure [Y/N] will be okay! We’ll find them very soon, and they’ll be back at the abode in no time, safe and sound.” Itto says, placing his hand on Gorou’s shoulders.

Thoma chuckles weakly, letting his hands fall to his side. “One day is too long. We don’t even know whether [Y/N] is safe and uninjured or not.” Thoma lets out a deflated sigh and swallows the lump in his throat.

Childe clears his throat to grab everyone’s attention. “A day may have only passed in Teyvat, but in the Abyss, a month has gone by,” said Childe.

“So, for us, [Y/N] has been gone for a day. But in the Abyss, [Y/N] has been trapped in the Abyss for a month now?” Heizou asks.

Childe nods his head at Heizou’s question. Childe couldn’t help but think of the time when he was fourteen, the age when he fell into the Abyss himself. Childe spent three Teyvat days in the Abyss but three months of Abyss time. Times pass differently in Teyvat and in the Abyss, and it makes Childe wonder if you knew how much time has passed or not.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Shouldn’t we start looking for [Y/N] immediately if we don’t want them to wait any further?” Al Haitham asks, his gaze falling to the cloth in his hands.

Cyno nods his head. “Right. The longer we make them wait, the more we’re letting the Abyss corrupt them,” said Cyno.

In the Abyss, the sound of metal clashing rings throughout the void. You grunt and grip onto the hilt of the sword with a tight fist, pushing against Enjou’s blade. You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation where you’re sword fighting with a Pyro Abyss Lector in the Abyss. You lost track of time, only to find yourself in this situation where Enjou demands that you fight for your freedom from the Abyss.

“I will never be the ruler of the Abyss! Release me from the Void Realm, or else!” You demand, gritting your teeth together.

Enjou lets out a loud laugh and shoves you back; you stumble and drop your sword on the ground, landing beside the worn weapon. While you’re no fighter, you managed to keep up with thy Pyro Abyss Lector. It was all thanks to Childe and his persistence in getting you to spar with him. Without Childe making you spar with him and the others, you would be in a different situation with the Abyss Lector. You quickly roll out of the way when a ball of flame flies in your direction, burning the ends of your Akademiya uniform.

Enjou stands in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. “For someone inexperience with combat, you hold up quite well,” Enjou sounds amused.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and glare at Enjou. “Answer my question: why should I be the new ruler for the Abyss when I’m not from your universe, nor am I immortal?” You get up from the ground and wipe the sweat off the palm of your hands on your sullied Akademiya uniform and take a deep breath.

Enjou snorts sarcastically. “Why would you not want to be the new ruler of the Abyss? You get infinite power.”

You roll your eyes. “That sounds lame and boring,” You said. “Being immortal sounds fun, but it sounds torturous. Imagine watching those die around you while you live on for thousands of years.” You cross your arms over your chest with a dissatisfied frown on your face.

“Then you’ll know how that Bough Keeper feels,” Enjou replies. “He was never immortal; he was cursed with immortality.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, taking in slow deep breaths to calm your nerves. “I already know that information, Enjou. After all, he is my lover, and I know everything about him.” You look up at Enjou, who is now towering over you. “What’s next? You’re going to force me to become immortal as well?”

“Yes.” Enjou nods his head.

You blink at Enjou. “Wait, what?” You back away from Enjou, only to feel hands grasping onto both of your biceps, keeping you in place. You look up and see two Abyss Lectors holding onto your biceps firmly, preventing you from thrashing and escaping from their grips. You have thought about stepping on their feet to catch them off guard, but you then realize that the Abyss Lector and Herald float in the air. Their feet hardly touch the ground, the tip of their toes grazing the floor ever so slightly.

An Abyss Herald appears by Enjou’s side, tapping him on the shoulders. Enjou turns to look at the Hydro Abyss Herald, who leans in to whisper, “The former Abyss Prince and Princess know about [Y/N]’s whereabouts and are currently searching for a way to rescue [Y/N].”

Enjou lets out a thoughtful hum, almost huffing with laughter. “Take them away. We have no time to waste,” Enjou orders.

The Hydro Abyss Herald and the Electro Abyss Lector nod their heads and escort you deeper into the Abyss. You can’t help but notice that the further you’re led into the Abyss, the more disoriented you’re beginning to feel. Your head is hurting, and your vision will lose its focus and refocus. You shake your head weakly and try to fight back, only to fail.

The Abyss Herald tightens his grip around your biceps. “There’s no way for you to escape the Abyss. Accept your fate, and it will all be painless.”

“Painless? What do you mean by painless?!” You demand, squeezing your eyes shut and grinding your teeth together as the headache gradually becomes unbearable. It felt like you got hit in the head by the Harpastum repeatedly.

The Abyss Lector lets out a sharp “tsk,” and digs his claws into your arms, drawing blood. “You talk too much,” He mutters, dragging you further into the Abyss. The Abyss Lector, Enjou, and the Abyss Herald soon pull you into an unfamiliar environment. The tower in the distance has a bright shine to it, almost blinding if you stare at it any longer. You squint your eyes and look away from the glowing tower. Once your eyes adjust to your surroundings, you realize that they didn’t just drag you to the deepest part of the Abyss. Somehow, they have taken you to Enkanomiya.

“What the—” You did a double take. “How in the world did we end up in Enkanomiya? I thought we were in the Abyss.” You whisper, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You don’t know how many days have passed; you lost track of time because of the sudden sword fight between you and Enjou. You’re convinced that Enjou is testing your strength and skills with a weapon before they can make you “immortal,” if that’s even possible.

Enjou huffs. “We were in the Abyss, but because there are people who are searching for you and have small clues about your location, we have to change the scenery so the experiment won’t be interrupted.”

You slump to the ground, arms still being held by the Abyss Lector and Abyss Herald. Your head hangs low, and you close your eyes. Despite you not being in the Abyss as of now, you can still feel the effects of being in the Abyss for some time. You can feel your sanity beginning to slip away; the pounding headache is getting even worse.

“Fine,” you whisper. “Let’s get this stupid experiment over with so it can end my misery once and for all,” You said.

“Oh? Giving up already now, are we? I didn’t think you were a quitter because, from what I can recall, you were so determined and confident about getting out of the Abyss,” Enjou says.

Enjou walks up to you, the Abyss Herald, and the Abyss Lector. He stops in front of you and kneels in front of you, grabs you by the chin, and tilts your head up. “Where was that spark almost two months ago?” Enjou quirks his eyebrows at you.

You blink at him with bleary eyes. Two months? You’ve been stuck in the Abyss for two months now? “I’ve been gone for that long?” You ask weakly.

You squeeze your eyes shut when the pain courses through your body; you can feel it in your veins, and you don’t like it at all. Yes, you were determined to leave the Abyss, but hearing how long you’ve been stuck in the Abyss made you lose hope. You gulp your saliva and visibly flinch when you taste blood in your mouth.

“Two months, and you struggle to leave the Abyss. Your determination was adorable but futile.” Enjou releases your chin and stands back up. “Come, we must get the experiment over with. We’re wasting precious time,” Enjou says. He turns around and begins to walk.

The Abyss Herald and Abyss Lector follow behind Enjou, dragging you along with them. You let yourself become limp in their grasp, trying to process how time has gone by so fast when it felt like you fell into the Abyss for only a few hours. You shake your head and close your eyes; you know that the Abyss is different from Teyvat, so why are you so surprised to hear that almost two months have gone by? Maybe it’s not actually two months in Teyvat, but it sure does feel like it the longer you’re held captive by the Abyss Lectors and Herald.

Meanwhile, back on Teyvat, the men walk around Varanara, searching for the crack in the Earth that you could have fallen into that led to you being in the Abyss. It was hard to get a precise location on where you could have disappeared off to, but because of the bracelet that is infused with elements, it should make the search a little bit easier. The men stop in front near the entrance of Varanara, peeking inside to see whether there’s an elemental trace or not.

Dainsleif turns to look at the men, crossing his arms over his chest. “How do we know for sure if they walked into Varanara?”

“They were searching for Viparyas to bring back to the Akademiya to study, remember? Viparyas only exist in Varanara.” Aether says, his eyes scanning around for any traces of you.

Heizou nods his head. “While that is true, do you remember what Tighnari said? You can only get access to Viparyas if you’re in the Grove of Dreams. We don’t know whether [Y/N] was able to make it into the Grove of Dreams or if they were in the real version of the Varanara,” said Heizou.

“Well, what are we seeing right now? To me, it doesn’t look like the Grove of Dreams at all. In fact, it looks like the complete opposite of a dream,” Venti comments, peeking from the corner of the wall.

Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows. “A nightmare?” Scaramouche guesses.

Tighnari lets out a long sigh and flicks his ears with his hands out of irritation. “Well, since we’re not seeing any Viparyas and it doesn’t look like the Garden of Dreams, then we can assume that [Y/N] never made it to the Grove of Dreams.”

Something shiny ends up catching Itto’s eyes. He turns to look at the shining object and slowly walks over to where it lies. Itto squats down and grabs the item from the patches of grass, and lifts it up, only to realize that it is the bracelet that has elements infused into the bracelet.

“Uh, guys?” Itto speaks up, slowly rising up without taking his eyes off the bracelet in his hand.

Thoma looks at Itto quizzically. “What is it, Itto?” Thoma asks.

Itto looks over at the men and holds up the bracelet in the air. “This belongs to [Y/N], right?”

“Let me see that bracelet,” Ayato demands; Ayato walks over to Itto and grabs the bracelet from the oni’s hands, holding it close to his face to inspect the bracelet that was once wrapped around your wrist.

Baizhu approaches Ayato and stares at the bracelet closely. “The bracelet is broken, the chains are snapped, and the charm is cracked,” Baizhu murmurs. He looks at Ayato, silently asking if it is okay for him to take the bracelet from Ayato’s grasp. Ayato sighs and hands the bracelet over to the green-haired Dendro user.

Baizhu walks over to Dottore and hands the Fatui Harbinger the bracelet that he has made for you. Dottore grabs the bracelet from Baizhu’s grasp, frowning deeply when he sees the condition your bracelet is in.

“What a shame that someone has broken a bracelet that I have made for [Y/N],” Dottore mutters, tightening his grip around the bracelet.

Kazuha rubs his eyes tiredly, feeling exhaustion and hopelessness hit him all at once. “So, what are we going to do now? We can’t go into the Abyss; it’ll affect us all, and we’re not entirely sure if [Y/N] is still in the Abyss or not,” Kazuha says.

“Wait, we were going to go into the Abyss!? Is that even possible?!” Gorou squeaks, his eyes widening with fear.

Kaeya nods his head. “How else are we going to get [Y/N] out of the Abyss? They can’t escape from the Abyss themself. It’s impossible to do so,” said Kaeya.

“Then how did Childe escape the Abyss? He did fall into the Abyss when he was fourteen,” Diluc says, looking over at the ginger-haired Harbinger.

Albedo hums and taps on his chin. “From what I can recall, someone taught him how to escape the Abyss without getting harmed,” Albedo replies, looking over at Childe, who nods his head grimly.

Zhongli sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “We need to find [Y/N] as soon as possible. The longer they remain in the Abyss, the more corrupted they’ll be. Who knows what’s going on right now in the Abyss,”

Xiao narrows his eyes. “I have a strange feeling that they’re not in the Abyss….” Xiao trails off, stroking his chin while pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Oh? And why do you think that, Xiao?” Capitano asks, crossing his arms over his chest and turning to look over at the Yaksha.

Before Xiao could respond to Capitano’s question, hurried footsteps approach in their direction, causing everyone to freeze and pull their weapons out. Emerging from a distance is Kokomi and the four members of the Watasumi’s Army.

“Your Excellency!” Gorou’s eyes widen as Kokomi approaches the group.

Kokomi stops in front of Gorou and looks at him worriedly. “There’s something going on at the Sangonomiya Shrine,” Kokomi pants, trying to catch her breath.

Ayato steps up and stands next to Gorou. “What’s going on at the Sangonomiya Shrine?” Ayato asks, gazing at Kokomi quizzically.

Kokomi lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s hard for me to explain. Please come with me and see for yourself,” Kokomi says, looking at each man standing before her.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Tighnari whispers to Albedo.

Upon their arrival at Watasumi Island, they walk to the edge of the Sangonomiya Shrine, which looks out to the beautiful island. Kokomi turns to look at the men and points down at the swirling waters down below that lead to Enkanomiya. The men peek from the edge and notice something strange about the once-glowing blue waters.

“There’s a strange glow coming from the waters,” Kazuha murmurs, analyzing the waters below.

Albedo narrows his eyes. “The waters are gradually turning black. As if something is tainting it,” Albedo whispers.

Kokomi nods her head. “That is correct. This leads to Enkanomiya, but because there’s nothing but monsters and spirits in Enkanomiya, we do not know what is causing the water to become this way,” said Kokomi.

“You want us to go check and see what’s tainting the waters of Watasumi Island,” Aether states, looking over at Kokomi after staring at the swirling waters below.

Kokomi hesitates for a second before slowly nodding her head. “That is correct.”

Heizou looks at Kokomi for a moment before looking down at the swirling water that is gradually turning black like the night sky. “Do you, by any chance, know what is going on beneath the waters?” Heizou asks, stroking his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Unfortunately, I do not,” Kokomi says, sighing in defeat while shaking her head.

Kaeya looks at everyone and steps to the edge of the pink seashell. “Well, gentlemen, it looks like we have some investigating to do for Her Excellency,” said Kaeya, a smile ghosting over his face.

“Who will do the honors and jump in first?” Cyno asks, leaning over the edge to get a better look at the waters below.

Al Haitham steps up a foot behind Cyno while Cyno is occupied with looking down at the ominous swirling water. “You will, General Mahamatra,” Al Haitham snorts and kicks Cyno off the edge.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Cyno screams as he falls to the swirling waters below.

The men stare at Al Haitham blankly, slowly stepping back from the Scribe. Al Haitham smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, and looks at the others. It’s like Al Haitham is telepathically asking if there are any more volunteers.

Venti clears his throat. “You know what, I’ll go next because I don’t want to be kicked into the waters,” Venti raises his hand. Venti runs to the edge and jumps off, canon-balling into the waters below.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “The damn kitsune would have the time of her life if she was in your spot and I was in the Mahamatra’s spot,” Scaramouche says, pointing at Al Haitham with a scowl on his face before walking up to the edge of the shell.

“Ah, I forgot that Lady Miko and Scaramouche have an interesting history,” Thoma laughs nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

Scaramouche stands at the edge, turns to look at everyone, and makes eye contact with Childe. The two lock gazes for a moment before Scaramouche raises both of his hands and flips Childe off with two middle fingers. Childe does a double take and blinks at Scaramouche with wide eyes, his mouth agape with shock. The men around Scaramouche and Childe snicker. Scaramouche smirks before doing a backflip off the edge of the shell and dove into the waters.

“That was… something,” Kokomi trails off and looks over at Childe. “Do you two have a history with each other or something?” Kokomi asks.

Childe takes a step towards the edge with his arms over his chest, a bitter smirk on his face. “You can say that we’re both comrades. Well, former comrades, once I catch up to his ass in Enkanomiya,” Childe replies. He waves the other men goodbye before jumping into the water after Scaramouche, determined to smack some sense into his fellow (ex) Harbinger.

After Childe jumps into the water, the other men take that as a sign for them to enter the waters. Aside from checking what is going on in Enkanomiya, they also want to prevent Childe and Scaramouche from killing each other.

“Let’s get this over with,” Xiao rolls his eyes with a long sigh before jumping into the water.

Meanwhile, in Enkanomiya, your arms are bound together by a chain. The same chain is connected to the wall of Dainichi Mikoshi below the tower, where the mechanism that changes the sun and moon is located. You have never felt so weak and powerless before. It’s like the energy in your body is being sucked out of you; every last bit of it is almost gone, along with your sanity. You tug at the chains weakly; you feel your hands trembling each time you pull at the chains.

“How do you feel?” Enjou asks, nudging you with the tip of his foot.

You let your hands fall to the ground and look up at Enjou blankly. “How do you think I feel? I feel like my life and sanity are being sucked out of me,” You spat.

Enjou looks over at the Abyss Herald and the Abyss Lector, motioning them to walk to where you and Enjou are at. The Abyss Herald and the Abyss Lector stand behind you and stare at Enjou, waiting for an order.

You smirk at Enjou. “Since these two listen to your orders, why don’t you become the new ruler of the Abyss instead?” You ask bitterly, glaring up at Enjoy through your lashes. “I’m just a weak, little mortal who doesn’t wield any elements. Surely I cannot rule the Abyss, or else I’ll lead you all into a catastrophic situation,” You said dramatically. You know your dramatic theatrical act wouldn’t get you out of the situation, but it was worth the try. Plus, since you’re going to die anyway, pissing the Abyss Lectors and Herald off is on your bucket list. The bucket list that you have created just now in your head.

“That won’t do,” Enjou says, crossing his arms over his chest. You can almost hear him roll his eyes if he has one. It’s hard to tell from the blood that is rolling down your face from how hard you have hit your head on the ground when thrashing around in the clutches of the Abyss Herald and Abyss Lector.

You growl and stand up, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m going to kill you myself if it’s the last thing I do!” You exclaim.

You run towards Enjou, only to be stopped halfway when the Abyss Herald grabs ahold of the chain and yanks you back. You jerk back and land on the dusty ground with a dull thud, the air knocking out of your lungs from the impact. You wheeze and struggle to get up from the ground, trying to catch your breath.

“Weak and pathetic,” Enjou scoffs, “Start the process now. I sense something in the air,” Enjou grumbles, turning around, and walking away.

Your head perks up. “Wait, where do you think you’re going?!” You try to get up from the ground, but the Abyss Herald grabs onto your shoulders to keep you in place. The Abyss Lector stands in front of you and places his hand over your head, his hand almost engulfing your entire head.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, wanting to reach up and grab at his hand, but your hands are still bound together behind your back with the cuffs.

The Abyss Lector stares down at you. “Stay still,” The Abyss Lector orders.

You stare at him in confusion, and before you can process a single thought, you feel sharp pains in your head and behind your eyes. You let out a bloodcurdling scream and begin to thrash around, trying to shake the Abyss Lector’s hand off your head, only to fail. The Abyss Herald standing behind you digs his nails into your shoulders to keep you still. Warm liquid trickles down your face and onto the pavement below you, staining it.

Your heart clenches in your chest painfully; your throat tightens, and your once bloodcurdling screams are hoarse and choked. The pain in your head increases so much that you almost lose consciousness from the immense pain you’re feeling. You feel your body slump, your head pressing further against the Abyss Lector’s grasp, your visions dotting, and the soft ringing in your ears getting louder and louder.

“So! This is Enkanomiya, huh,” Diluc murmurs, his eyes scanning around the ominous land that is plagued with monsters and devoid of human life.

Dainsleif looks around Enkanomiya and crosses his arms over his chest. “Where do you think the problem lies in Enkanomiya that is affecting Watasumi Island?” Dainsleif asks.

“It’s interesting how Enkanomiya is still part of Teyvat, and yet they’re disconnected from Teyvat by being beneath Watasumi Island,” Pantalone murmurs, tapping his index finger on his biceps.

“Trapped beneath Watasumi Island, artificial sunlight, and plagued with monsters….” Baizhu trails off, clenching his hands into tight fists.

Pierro looks at the men and sighs. “We need to hurry up and find the source of the problem for Watasumi Island. We shouldn’t let [Y/N] wait in the Abyss any longer just to solve another issue that doesn’t have anything to do with us or [Y/N],” Pierro sighs, pinching the space between his eyebrows.

Before the men can start walking around Enkanoiya to search for the cause of the darkening waters of Watasumi Island, Zhongli holds his arm out in front of the others, halting them from walking any further.

“Something wrong?” Ayato asks, raising his eyebrows at the retired Archon.

Zhongli slowly turns his head, deep in his thoughts. “Does anyone hear that?” Zhongli murmurs, turning to look at the men around him.

Dottore raises his eyebrows at Zhongli. “Hear what?” Dottore asks, cocking his eyebrows at Zhongli with his head tilting to the side.

“I hear a scream,” Zhongli states in a low voice.

Al Haitham closes his eyes and focuses on the sound around him, trying to listen for the sound of screaming that Zhongli claims to have heard. Al Haitham opens his eyes and shakes his head at Zhongli, who look around in confusion.

“I don’t hear any screaming at all. Perhaps the screams are from hilichurls in the distance,” Al Haitham suggests.

Venti pats Zhongli on the back. “Blockhead, you’re getting old. Maybe you’re hearing things and are mistaking these noises for screaming,” Venti comments.

Heizou grabs onto the end of Zhongli’s tailcoat; Heizou looks like he’s going to pass out at any moment after realizing something. “There are Abyss Lectors and Heralds here,” Heizou whispers. Heizou’s face is almost as white as paper, gulping the lump in his throat loudly.

Aether pats Heizou’s shoulders. “Enkanomiya has always been plagued with the Abyss here. I’ve been to Enkanomiya a few times in the past, and it was surprising to see them here in Enkanomiya at first,” said Aether.

“Hold on, so you’re telling me that the Abyss Lectors and Heralds occupy Enkanomiya like how hilichurls and mitachurls would hang around in all parts of Teyvat?” Itto asks, crossing his arms over his chest with an incredulous look on his face. “Yes, so be on the lookout for any Abyss Heralds or Lectors. It’s a huge possibility that they are the ones that are tainting the waters of Watasumi Island,” Gorou says, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face.

About fifteen minutes into the search for the source of Watasumi Island’s problem, the men come to a halt when they notice the light tower in the distance turning off. Evernight has fallen over Enkanomiya, engulfing Enkanomiya in darkness.

“Did someone happen to switch it to Evernight by any chance?” Kazuha asks.

The men shake their heads at Kazuha’s question. Kazuha looks at their surroundings to find the device that switches from Whitenight to Evernight, only to find no device. It was strange. How is it Evernight when none of them are near the mechanisms? Before Childe can open his mouth to say something, a loud bloodcurdling scream echoes through Enkanomiya, causing the others to freeze in their spot.

“That scream….” Kaeya whispers, his eyes darting over to the central building of Enkanomiya. They are a couple of meters from the building, and yet they’re able to hear the bloodcurdling scream from a great distance.

“We need to get to that tower immediately,” Capitano orders.

Everyone runs to the central tower in the center of Enkanomiya; the screams get louder and louder the closer they approach the building. Below the tower is a small room tucked underneath the floor that has the mechanism. The room can be easily missed if people aren’t keen on searching around the structure on Dainichi Mikoshi.

The men rush into the room before stopping in their tracks when they see what is going on in the room. Blood is dripping down from your face, the whites of your eyes are pitch black, and a stream of blood runs down your mouth and nose. You’re holding onto a blade that was pierced through your abdomen, glaring at the Abyss Herald that stands before you.

“[Y/N]!” Childe screams, grabbing your, the Abyss Herald, and Abyss Lector’s attention.

You push the Abyss Herald back and yank the blade out from your abdomen. Blood immediately gushes out from the gaping wound in your stomach, yet you don’t flinch. If you did, you did really well at hiding it.

“Sorry I took a while to return from the Akademiya. I was…. Busy.” You murmur, tossing the blade to the ground and covering the gaping hole in your stomach. “I don’t feel so good,” You whisper, clutching onto your throbbing head.

“Are you still the [Y/N] that we know and love?” Thoma asks nervously, watching you lean on the wall and close your eyes; blood continues to trickle down your face as you let out a ragged breath.

You laugh bitterly and shake your head. “As much as I want to say yes, I can feel the last of my sanity slipping away from me before I go berserk,” You look up. “I need you to kill me,” You whisper.

Diluc’s eyes widen, and he does a double-take at your statement. “What?!”

“We refuse to kill you!” Xiao glares at you. His eyebrows soon smooth over, and he frowns at you, his hands beginning to tremble.

“Why should we kill you? There has to be another way to save you.” Albedo mutters as Baizhu walks over to where you stand, only to stop in his tracks when you shake your head at him.

“Please don’t come any closer. I don’t want either of you to see me like this,” You swallow a mouth full of blood and wince. “They’re trying to make me immortal, but I know it’s not working because my body is destroying itself.”

You hear a familiar chuckle and see Enjou walking into the room where everyone is standing. “Oh, it’s working. You’re assuming that it’s not working because of the symptoms you’re feeling. But worry not, the experiment is working, and you will be immortal in no time,” said Enjou. Enjou’s eyes land on Aether. “Oh? Well, if it isn’t the former Abyss Prince. What a surprise.”

You grit your teeth together and cough. “Fine, if none of you are going to kill me before I go berserk, then I’ll do it myself.” You spat.

“Uh, what do you mean by that?” Tighnari asks nervously.

You ignore Tighnari and push through the crowd of men and walk out of the room that you were confined in for who knows how long. Dainsleif catches up to you and grabs you by your arm, pulling you to his chest while you thrash in his arms, screaming and crying while covering the gaping wound in your abdomen that is stained crimson and black.

“You don’t have to do this; we can find a way to undo all of this mess,” Dainsleif says, tightening his grip around you.

“I don’t think there’s a way to reverse the damages that have been done,” Dottore comments, accessing the damage that has been done to your body.

You slump in Dainsleif’s arms and close your eyes, wincing every now and then when you feel your heart clench in your chest. “Just end my suffering already.” You grumble, your head lolling back onto Dainsleif’s shoulders.

Scaramouche scoffs. “Don’t be dramatic. We’ll find a way to revert you to a mortal,” Scaramouche says, walking up to you.

You didn’t reply. Instead, you lay there in Dainsleif’s arms, limp and unresponsive. Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows in confusion before lightly tapping you on the cheeks. You didn’t flinch or have any reaction from the sudden contact.

“Are they….” Baizhu trails off, rushing to you and Dainsleif. Baizhu presses his hand on your neck, searching for a pulse. Baizhu turns to look at the men that are surrounding you, Dainsleif, Scaramouche, and Baizhu. Before Baizhu can say anything, the Abyss Lectors and Herald lets out a maniacal laugh. Their laughter filled the once-silent air.

“[Y/N]!” Heizou screams, collapsing to the ground in tears.

Aether shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. “This can’t be real,” Aether whispers, shaking his head as tears cascade down his cheeks.

“[Y/N]!!” Diluc screams at the top of his lungs.

Diluc jolts up from his bed and looks around. He touches his cheeks and notices that his cheeks are wet from the tears that continuously roll down his cheeks. Was it all a dream? Diluc slowly gets out of bed and walks to the door, and opens it. Diluc notices that the others are coming out of their bedrooms, too, they all look distraught, and some even have tears running down their cheeks.

“Why are you guys crying?” Scaramouche asks, quickly wiping his tears away.

Al Haitham furrows his eyebrows. “Was it all just a dream?” Al Haitham asks.

Cyno raises his eyebrows and runs his fingers through his hair. “It seems like we all have the same dream,” Cyno mutters.

“How are we sure that it was a dream and not something that we relived in our dreams?” Diluc asks, pressing his hand against his chest while taking deep breaths to slow his racing heart.

Kaeya looks over at your closed bedroom door. “One way to find out,” said Kaeya as he slowly approached the door. Kaeya looks at the other men as if he’s asking them if they’re going to follow along or not.

Kaeya stands in front of your bedroom door and grabs the door handle, twists it, and slowly opens the door. The men crowd behind Kaeya and peek over each other. Your bedroom is almost pitch black; the only thing that is illuminating your bedroom is the small nightlight that is plugged into the wall beneath your desk.

Kaeya looks towards your bed and sees you facing the door, cuddling up against your body pillow, unharmed, asleep, safe, and sound. The men all collectively let out a quiet sigh of relief. Zhongli walks into your bedroom and sits down on your bed. He reaches towards you and tucks your hair behind your ears. Zhongli hovers his index finger in front of your nose, making sure that you’re breathing. When Zhongli feels your soft breaths on his finger, Zhongli visibly sighs in relief and lets his hands rest on his lap.

You suddenly move around on your bed and crack your eyes open. You rub your eyes sleepily and blink up at Zhongli and the others when you notice them crowding at your bedroom door. You lift your head to look at the clock and notice that it is only three in the morning. “Why are you guys awake so early? Go back to bed,” You grumble, letting your head fall down on your pillow and hugging the body pillow tightly.

“We were checking up to see if you’re asleep or not,” Gorou says, giving you a small smile.

You hum softly and close your eyes. “Well, I was asleep, but I am going back to sleep now. All of you should do the same thing,” you sigh.

“Can we sleep in here with you tonight?” Thoma asks, stepping into your room with a nervous smile on his face.

You slowly open your eyes and blink at Thoma owlishly. “All of you?” You ask.

The men nod their heads at your question.

“How are you guys going to sleep in my room? I don’t think I have space for twenty extra people,” You said softly.

Tighnari waves your comment off. “That’s okay. We’ll bring our blankets and pillows over and will sleep on the floor.” The men nod their heads at Tighnari’s reply.

“But I don’t want either of you to sleep on the ground. It’s uncomfortable.” You frown.

Childe smiles at you and leans on the door frame. “It’s okay! As long as we’re in the same room as you with our pillows and blankets, we don’t mind sleeping on the ground.”

You sigh in defeat and nod your head. “Alright, alright. You guys can sleep in the same room as me for tonight.”

The men cheer and quickly rush out of your bedroom to grab their pillows and blankets. You shake your head with a small smile and snuggle up against the body pillow. One by one, the men start to pile into your bedroom with their pillows and blankets. They all lay around you on the floor, all facing your direction. You were tempted to ask them why they suddenly wanted to sleep in the same room as you, but you decided not to ask after seeing how they were looking at you. You smile at each of them and close your eyes.

“Goodnight,” You said softly, letting out a small yawn before slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].” The men whisper.

Before you fall asleep, you hear quiet shuffling in your bedroom. You feel something press against your forehead; you crack one eye open and see the men hovering above you, pressing goodnight kisses on your face before going back to where they laid their pillows and blankets out on the ground.

Once everyone has fallen asleep, Diluc slowly gets up from his spot and gets into your bed, nudging you to the side lightly. You move over to make space for Diluc and let him lay in your bed, his chest pressing up against your back, and he wraps his arms around your waist. Diluc tightens his grip around your waist and presses a small kiss on the back of your neck, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of your shampoo and conditioner. As long as you’re safe and sound, Diluc doesn’t care if he wakes up to twenty-plus other men who are peeved off by him sneaking into your bed while they are unconscious.

Note: Listen, I was thinking about making this an all angst fanfic, but I can't mentally or emotionally deal with angst right now 💀 The Abyss "request" wasn't a request, but I decided to make it into a request because I had ideas for it that are too long. So might as well turn it into a request. I do have some ideas for an angst fanfic, but the person requested it on AO3, and I'm debating on whether I should fulfill it or not ._. Either way, I hope you all like this fanfic! :'> It's almost 2:30 AM for me, and I need to go to bed soon! 💀 Anyway, to my new or returning readers, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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just-antithings · 1 month

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This happened a long time ago but I'm still bitter about it so I wrote this

In the peak of covid I started writing fanfic it was really cringe worthy self-indulgent oc×character 10k fic on ao3 that got like 10 kudos but it was my baby Anyways everything was going well until some anti read it and decided to criticize my work , and wow were they creative there "criticism" was absolutely something

1- the anti took issue with my oc being a black masculine woman saying that I was potraying racist stereotypes of black woman

*I am a masculine black woman btw I guess my existence it now a bad stereotype now*

2- oc's father the abuser showed signs of schizophrenia so I was demonizing people with mental illness

*this character was inspired by my abusive father , funny enough my dad wasn't diagnosed yet when I made the fic so I guess this random anti successfully diagnosed my dad before he even went to a therapist

3 I was fetishazing lesbian relationships

*to this day I don't know what the anti ment by that it wasn't even smut the oc and the character only kissed once and I'm a fucking lesbian*

After that they found my tumblr made a callout post and let my inbox be flooded by death threats by other antis until I deleted the fic I lived a whole year thinking the police will knock on my door because I dared to write a fanfic (wich it funny now but terrifying for a 15 year old)

*My biggest problem with the whole thing is the Anti was fucking straight white girl in her 20s like wtf*

that's why I take issue whenever when an anti cries racism about fanfiction , I don't trust them to know the difference between racism and not liking a specific charictistic (or they know just but know people will be more likely to send threats to someone if they used racism as a shield)

Like moments ago I stumbled apon a post calling z fandom racist for making a black character top because that inforces bad stereotypes of black men being aggressive to then stumble apon another post calling fandom y racist for making the black character bottom because black people shouldn't submit to white men (like wtf)

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment

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epicbuddieficrecs · 2 months

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Weekly Recap | March 11th-17th 2024

That premiere guys!!!!! Was so good!!!!! I'm so excited to be FINALLY be a part of the fandom while the show is actually airing! 😃 Can't wait to read all the amazing fics that are gonna be spawned from season 7!

Speaking of that, I would like to encourage everyone to use the relevant Ao3 tags when writing fics based on S7 content! Not everyone can watch the episodes as they air, so tags are really essential for people who don't want to get spoiled! (I could even make a separate post about it? a sort-of "how to tag" post?). In case you want to block some tumblr tags, my main tags for S7 are #911 season 7, #911 on abc, or #911 spoilers.

(Posting this one day early cause I don't feel like waiting until tomorrow! Enjoy! 😆)

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i find peace in your smile by goforeddie/@iltrpls (A/B/O AU | 1K | General): They’ve been courting for a few months now. It’s agonizingly slow, but it’s still the best time they’ve ever had. You might think that after six years of walking on eggshells around each other, half a decade of “will-they-won’t-they” they wouldn’t be taking such a slow time with courting, but it's precisely everything that they’ve been through that makes them appreciate things a little better.

Birthday Flowers by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Pre-Buddie | 2K | General): OR: Buck gets Eddie flowers for his birthday.

🔥 if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 45K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

Lime Jell-O by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (S7E01: Abandon 'Ships | 3K | Teen): Eddie Diaz didn't panic. Or, well... Maybe he did. Sometimes. But he was working on it.

take the bed warmed by the body by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): It’s three parts bravado and one part reminder. He thinks about it, sometimes, his first shift at the 118—he doesn’t think either of them quite knew how much they’d meant it when they’d promised to have each other’s backs. He definitely hadn’t known, then, that he’d wake up one day and wonder why Buck isn’t in his bed. Because that’s what’s missing. He has a vague memory of falling asleep with his head resting against Buck’s shoulder, their legs tangled together.

Taken Space by Wildgirl93/ @wildlife4life (S7E01 Coda | 1K | General): Eddie and Marisol talk about the space that has already been taken.

Feel Like I Landed On The Moon by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Canon Divergent | 1K | General): OR: Eddie is pining for Buck while in Texas.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 98K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

53. A Dream You've Had Before (Explicit) 54. We're Definitely All Sluts Here (Explicit)

if you love someone by chronicallystendan (Pre-Buddie | 1K | General): Buck and Eddie both internally panic when a song comes on the radio that seems to be talking directly to them.

adventures of firehose and eightpack by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Social Media fic | 1,5K | Mature): Or: Eddie stumbles upon Buck's old twitter account.

Two, Three Times in a Row by Leslie_Knope (PWP | 6K | Explicit): “We could’ve gone again.” Eddie snorts. “I’m old. You expect me to get it up twice?” “Yes,” Buck says, like it’s a given, like duh. “I could get you to do it right now.” The entire world pauses, and Eddie actually feels it, the bolt of arousal slinking down his spine all the way to his toes. He wets his lips. “Right now?”

WIP

🔥 miracles under your sighs and moans by napricot (Sex Pollen, PWP | 1/2 | 13K | Explicit): When Eddie gets exposed to an experimental aphrodisiac on a call, he realizes there’s only one person he trusts to help him get through it: Buck.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 9/10 | 63K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

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#buddie #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfiction #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec

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familyvideostevie · 1 month

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hey.

okay. hello! i'm back. :)

maybe you noticed, maybe not, but i have been away for a while.

i wish i could say i've been out living my life, so caught up in happiness and joy and loving each day that i've just not had time for tumblr. but....that is not true. i have been having a tough time! being away has been good, as i've had time to do other things that i like and to put energy into my own well-being, but it hasn't been the best time, I'll tell you that.

i peeked on the dash every now and then to keep my queue full and reblogged soothing things to my main blog and tried my best not to feel guilty about it all (i was also booping on April 1 lol). i just...I really needed a break. i've really enjoyed being here the last six or so months as i've changed my blog and entered the pedro/tlou space but i've also felt so, so alone.

and i know that it doesn't really matter!! like, we should all take breaks and go outside and all that stuff. and I know plenty of people are not very active, but this blog has been such a vital part of my life and happiness since I started it almost two years ago, so any lapse in activity feels like a loss. I've met lifelong friends and flexed my writing muscles and learned a hell of a lot. the fact that I have started to feel isolated and alone on here is a sort of personal betrayal, and there is no one to blame but myself.

So, I’m pulling back.

it means a few things — i don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing from now on. For Joel, especially — it’s been wonderful to meet folks in that community but it has also been really detrimental to my passion for both the game and writing. I’d like to return to some other characters on my masterlist, but we’ll see. I’ve got endless personal projects away from tumblr that I want to pour love and time into (my non-reader fics, my newsletter, a romance novel, a sci-fi novel, poetry, etc). I need to fall in love with my own work again.

it's a me problem, I want to stress that. i'm working on it! irl stuff has been kicking my ass. I've had a really, really hard winter and my mental health has suffered probably more than ever before. i let things I love -- like this blog -- fester and become negative and no longer being me joy. writing became stressful and difficult and I was focused on notes and interaction and looking around me and seeing success and then looking at myself and only seeing lack.

but that's why I took a break! i am getting help and support irl, i am putting in the time and effort to feel better about being alive and to be a better friend and person all around. And I want to tell you all about it because I am so grateful for your time and attention and support, even if we’re just strangers on the internet. i know this probably seems silly -- who cares about a fanfic blog? well, i care! i care a lot! it matters to me and therefore it matters!

anyway. on to the important stuff. here I am! and here's what's going to happen on this blog:

I am working on replying to asks and reblogs and comments I missed. Thank you for being patient with me! I don't know if I'll get to them all but know I see them and I am honored every single time.

I made a totally separate ao3 account with this blog url. I'm working on uploading everything I've posted here onto there and hopefully will continue to crosspost. It is going to take a long, long time, so please be patient! (you can follow my other ao3 here for my non x-reader fanfic).

I posted this fic! Jackson!Joel pulled me back into his world. It’s the first thing I’ve written in ages, so let me know what you think. as of now it's the last planned fic for that series, but who knows!

I hit a milestone while i was away that I am absolutely blown away by. I'm planning a celebration around it sometime this spring (hopefully) and I’d love to see you participate :)

lastly, thank you so much to my friends for letting me complain, whine, winge, etc. I am so sorry for missing all of your work, your celebrations, your bright energies, and all the rest. i am so sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring you. you are my guiding lights, my silver linings, my touchstones. you make me want to be here. i will try to make it up to you!

I want to be online less but make sure I’m connecting more in the moments that i am here. I want to pressure myself to write less and not feel bad that I’m not engaged all the time. I want this blog to once again feel like a place that nourishes me and not sucks me dry. i want to stop feeling like shit about all of it!!!!

so. come hang out in my inbox, my dms, let me know what you've been up to. I am really sorry for missing so much. thank you for sticking around. <3

#personal #this is very long but please read it maybe?#emma rambles #I will reblog it a few times probably

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famous au but um dumb

@cowboylexapro

if the poets were on social media and famous this is what they'd be known for

(age somewhere between 19-21)

todd

tumblr blog name: toad.anderson

ao3 name: toad.writes

he's technically anon but not rlly

sexiest tumblr account known to man - he's a fanfic writer and an au poster with some occasional og stuff that floods his inbox with asks begging him to publish his og work too - what fandom does he write for? all of them.

his bf proof reads them all even if he's never been in the fandom

he writes fics for his friends when they get famous

in between his novel worthy fanfics are shitty fics of his friends

his followers get rlly confused

he wrote a neil x reader fic until straight girls started claiming it and he took it down becuz the reader was him

todd on his blog: guyss… im so sorry but im taking the neil x reader fic down… im sorry if i offend anyone but the reader was me ❤️ not you - i don't like you all claiming it

after taking down the x reader, he does a neil x oc but the oc is him but with green eyes

neil, after the oc gets described: todd the only person im seeing is u tho 😦 and u have blue eyes

eventually his relationship with famous tiktoker neil perry gets revealed and ppl realize he's not just an obsessed fan

after neil says the thing blog: toad.anderson: guys my real name is todd anderson everyone: omg we wouldve never guessed

after neil and him go public and ppl dont believe that neil is gay he alternates between seething and writing neil fics and taking joy from neil's confusion

todd points out comments that are obviously thirsting over neil and neil still doesn't realize he's being thirsted over

"neil be the father of my children!" "oh i think they meant that in a godfather type way"

todd, at a breaking point, suggests that neil and him post a kissing video but neil doesnt wanna be one of those shawn camilla couples - respect

what if he posted them kissing but he made a historians will call them bestfriends joke but then ppl did🧍‍♂️

"my bestie and I 🤩 " "NEIL PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK UR SERIOUS"

neil

tiktok name: neilliard.at.julliard

accidentally tiktok famous for pretty face, charming personality, acting abilities - the theater kids had a claim over him orignially but he's pretty mainstream now

comment section full of old grandmas trying to set him up with their granddaughters

everyones dream bf until he posted about his own bf

neil: my boyfie has a big tumblr and he writes a lot and he really likes frogs and he is also blond and heres his address

hes kinda oblivious about everything

"you want a close up of my collar bones? why ?"

reading comment "'show your abs?' its nice you think i have abs! only my boyfriend can see those tho 😉 "

the comments go wild

people are stitching it screaming for different reasons

all his fans r screaming into pillows bc HES TAKEN NOOO

people are trying to figure out who this mans boyfie is

"he has a boyfriend??" "he's been straightbaiting us!" "NOO HE'S TAKEN" "IS UR BF AS HOT AS U" "look at the way his eyes lit up when he said bf i love love" "this video shows an aspect of society that-"

"tell us about ur bf" and he makes a week worth of videos but its all random stuff

"my bf looks pretty in blue" "my bf likes to put salt and pepper on his fries" "my bf has hair"

the straightbaiting comments come after him posting about pride and having a pride flag in the background of his videos <- they say things like "he's such a good ally"

people attack others in the comments who ask him if hes queer "NO NEIL ISNT GAY NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY HE COULD JUST BE A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FRUITY STRAIGHT GUY WHO LIKES GIRLS"

"are you gay neil???" -> "not everything has to be gay ppl can just be allys and btw by assuming every ally is gay, ur actually hurting the movement!!!" -> "i asked becuz he said he wanted to kiss his boy best friend on the lips in highschool" -> "he meant it heterosexual-ly"

someone asks him what his type is and he describes todd to the t and they think he likes a short haired blonde

"he likes girls in sweat pants not skirts" "his type isnt ppl in skirts" -- neil would love todd in a skirt but thats not the point

his type: "he's really shy, gorgeous, short dirty blonde hair, uhhhh, really smart, and So much more :))"

he could say my boyfriend is a man who i am dating because i am gay and they would still try to straight-ify him

a grainy video gets leaked of a short haired blond guy jumping into his arms and ppl say things like "its just a girl with short hair"

todd hate writes a neil x male reader fic

he asks his friends for help and they post todd's face everywhere on his recording set

he makes a video like "meet my toddy"

in the video todd says he's a boy and he's todd and he's neil boyfriend 3485757 times and neil is like "omg babe i love u too <33" becuz he doesnt Understand

some ppl r still in denial or think he's bi w/ a preference for girls

straight girls like him becuz he has a pretty face and a general respect for women

during prom season, he gets dmed a lot of websites for buying prom tickets

"don't worry guys! i know i said my high school time was rough, but i actually did go to prom with my bf!!"

charlie

twitter name: therealalpha

most popular podcast name: daltons intercourse

joke/bait account ppl took seriously

The Alpha that other alpha posters bow to

says stuff like "SIGMA MALES KISS ALPHAS ON THE MOUTH TO ASSURT DOMINANCE"

the twitter alphas buy into him so bad he's making podcasts and doign interviews and he has no clue how tf he got here but he's riding the high

he advocates for being alpha via kissing ur homies

when he gets famous he begs todd to write a fic about him

todd agrees pretty easily tbh

"ARE YOU EVEN AN ALPHA MALE IF PPL AREN'T WRITING GAY FICS ABOUT YOU"

charlie posts things like "no homo" "only the real make out with their homies" over those black and white pics of muscle-y dudes w/ no context after the neil video he posts "he homo" over one of them w/ no context

at first ppl try to attack him but then theyre like wtf is going on here and realize he's trolling the alpha community

when no one realizes neil is actually gay he makes a podcast episode talking about how he thinks neil is gay gay homosexual gay - he's holding a cigar and wearing a tight hawaiian unbuttoned shirt like "lets talk about this gay gay theater gay boykisser man"

made by @cowboylexapro

pitts

youtube name: gerdoesstuff

joint youtube name: idkman

homework help and crafts videos youtuber - relaxed vibes only here to be calm

he gives study and concentration tips and encourages ppl to seek help and companionship and not suffer alone

he paints mugs and looks for bugs

he was on charlie's podcast and they discussed the alpha-ness of making pottery

todd wrote a pitts x reader fic becuz ppl begged him to

pitts printed it out and framed it and put it in his filming set up

he's a regular on meeks podcast too btw and meeks is a regular on his

but when meeks is around things explode so

he has a second channel with meeks where they do silly experiments

theyre posting schedule is non-existent and they also do streams but they never tell you so their viewers just have to hope and find out

knox and him are planning on making a movie review channel but its still not fully thought out so

he makes couple mugs for todd and neil when neil asks for help

he wakes up at 2 am and sends todd prompts

anytime he learns a fun fact he sends it to todd on the off chance todd may need it for a story at some point in his life

anytime he reads anything he's like damn neil will love to act like this character and lets him know about it

he sends charlie alpha podcasters to make fun of

at some point he exposes cam's shitty handwriting for the giggles

knox

instagram name: knoxious.ur.mom.ious

he posted a short on his instagram talking about how he just learned hair grows from the head and not the bottom and blew up for being a dummy - he doesn't know whats going on but he's having a blast

he stirs up drama but on accident

he was on pitts youtube before

out of everyone here he's the only one not making content he's just vibing

eventually he ends up posting background footage of everyone doing dumb shit

when it comes out theyre friends ppl stalk his instagram to find more proof

after that he starts to stir drama but more consciously

hmm what else - idk he's just chilling, getting called out for being dumb and watching his friends do dumb stuff

oh wait when he makes that short about the hair a bunch of commentary channels post about it and he takes it like a badge of honor

cameron

instagram name: cam.studies

pinterest name: cam.studies

one of those aesthetic studying accounts on insta and pinterest - takes nice shots of his homework and his pen collections and his study desk

except its only for the pics his handwriting is atrocious - he has like one page or paragraph of pretty handwriting to post and the rest is scribbled chaos - his pens are never organized by color, theyre just thrown in a box, and his desk is filled with papers and books and never looks clean but its fine he's just here for clout

he ends up sponsoring and reviewing businesses that make those cute study supplies so now he has a hoard - or at least he did until his friends started taking them

he groaned about the cam.studies x {random ass ppl} fics todd wrote but he thinks theyre funny and has them bookmarked

he went on charlie's podcast and the two argued for half of it and then explained how as two alphas they would settle their differences by kissing

his friends help him angle his aesthetic shots at cafes and shit

he got exposed eventually as a fake becuz ppl (cough) posted his real notes which were messy and disorganized

but he played it off as a commentary about how the internet is fake and got more sponsorships

he judges todd and neil but is eating popcorn at the front seat of the drama

meeks

podcast name: chameleon hotel

youtube channel name: idkman

meeks makes a podcast for very stupid intricate crimes. he has a cult following of bisexuals

its stuff like drama over a tree being taken down

"the locals even called their beloved tree 'ole alvin'"

charlie: todd write a meeks x ole alvin fic

he has standards, so he does

he went on charlie's podcast and convinced ppl that being with other men allowed u to suck in their alpha-ness and become the ultimate alpha

but generally he just makes his little silly videos and makes cryptic posts about the neil todd drama

has a joint channel w/ pitts

is up to date with the neil thing and is the one to send neil updates

he tries to convince neil to act out his podcasts (with a lot of success lmao)

he tries to convince todd to write fics based on his podcasts (also with a lot of success)

as payback for the ole alvin x meeks fic he convinces todd (very easily) to write a bunch of dumb charlie fics and todd agrees becuz he has standards

no one actually knows that the poets know each other

they eventually post a group photo

"we need to cancel neil perry for being friends with an alpha podcast guy" "nah thats just charlie"

"yall know hes bi, right?"

"he literally has a podcast about how sucking dick as a man makes u the ultimate alpha male"

it does explain why charlie's alpha podcast go from tiktok actor, tumblr fanfic writer, instagram study blog, fellow podcaster, hw help tiktoker in between his satire of normal alpha tiktokers

half of these things are like copy and pasted from our conversation btw so dont blame me for them

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FINALE: PFTONES VS WHEN GLASS SHATTERS

CONGRATULATIONS TO @pftones3482 FOR WINNING THE WRITERS SIDE OF THE FOR FUN TOURNEY, AND TO @local-dragon-haunt FOR WINNING THE INDIVIDUAL FIC/SERIES SIDE OF THINGS! THIS LAST ROUND IS BASICALLY JUST EVEN MORE FOR THE FUNSIES.

@/pftones3482

Relevant reason for being submitted:

not sure if it has influence on the fandom overall but it had an influence on me and I live by that

They create top-tier Phineas and Ferb content, from fics to thoughtful analysis of characters and episodes. The following link is a great showcase of just a portion of their current Phineas and Ferb fics;

Propaganda: Just their entire catalogue of Phineas and Ferb works on Archive of Our Own. This is my favourite fic of theirs;

And here are some of my favourite posts;

Vote for @/pftones3482!

Have you ever heard of the Secret Life of Candace? Aka best mermaid au ever? GUESS WHO WROTE IT?

I have been in the Phineas and Ferb fandom for over a decade - writing fics for it for 12 years, can y'all believe that? I'm one of the oldest "original" fandom members left on AO3, which is actually insane.

And to this day the things I love about the show have shifted a little - favorite characters, favorite tropes, ships, etc. Nothing drastic, but anyone who's been following me since the beginning has definitely seen those changes.

But the thing I have always loved most about this fandom IS the fandom. The PnF fandom is one of the most wholesome fandoms I've ever been in, and it's the reason it's one of the only fandoms I still interact with. Sure, there's been drama, and sometimes we don't all agree - no fandom will ever always agree on everything (if they do....run)

Overall tho this fandom is so kind and wonderful, and given how small we are, we are still obnoxiously loud about this show 😂 I love us for that

Regardless if I win or lose (and if I lose, I'm honored to go down to someone like @/inators, who is a very kind person and has a big presence in the fandom), I wanted to say thank y'all for getting me this far

Phineas and Ferb got me on Tumblr and started my writing career. The fandom is what helped me stay. If I could give y'all an award for "Best Fandom," I absolutely would 🧡💚

When Glass Shatters, written by @/local-dragon-haunt

Relevant reason for being submitted:

Propaganda: local_dragon has a fantastic way with words and unconventional story telling. AUs where Perry is revealed to the kids are frequent, but ones where he interacts with Linda and Lawrence too are few and far between and the concept has so much potential. I just love their writing

Vote for my bestie @/local-dragon-haunt they deserve it and they won't admit it

Contestants may add their own propaganda however they see fit, provided it does not put down the person they are against. All round 1 matches were randomly generated, and anyone may drop out at any time.

#I'll be honest I dunno if i should put this in all the main tags now bc its the finale so rly rly late on this ngl #but I'd rather not get another thing so.#Dwampyverse #Phineas and Ferb #PnF #Milo Murphy's Law #MML #Hamster and Gretel #considering theres like v little pertaining to those media tho it rly does just feel like tag clogging ya know #Polls #Round 5/Finale

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copperbadge · 4 months

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(same anon) I've been following you ever since I joined (recognised your name from the potter fandom lol) and I don't think of you as particularly oddly shaped, truly I don't. I have made two very good writer friends here/on AO3, one of whom only joined on here so we could chat, and with the other one I might meet up at some point this year! And there's nothing about these relationships that feels particularly parasocial to me. I think if you start looking or keep an open mind, tumblr is the only online place I would trust to actually deliver a real relationship (says the permanently single demisexual... so what do I know. but yeah :D)

I'm glad you're making friends in fandom!

I do think in some ways you're proving my point, though -- you don't think of me as someone who would struggle to date, but you only know me from tumblr. Even if you've known me from tumblr for a long time, which does convey more knowledge of a person, it's still a medium with a lot of filters on it, and I use those very deliberately at times.

And this is my community -- I don't want to be creeping on people here, even if I know how to go about it in a non-creepy fashion. When I was younger I did occasionally have relationships in fandom but they tended to end badly for reasons that eventually made me realize it was a bad idea to begin with. And at this point anyway it'd feel weird, like hitting on someone at a family reunion.

I'd love to think that as an amiable person who was literally diagnosed as charming I wouldn't struggle to find a partner, but that's why I think it's not really something I can change, it's just...a thing that is. Don't know why, but there's a lot of things I don't know. It's difficult to try the usual things, speed dating and singles nights and meetup groups and apps, and get consistent radio silence back while watching some real true dipshits find someone to tolerate them, but it's also reasonably hard data, especially after a certain sample size. There comes a point where you look at the potential return on investment and say, "Well, I guess that's not going to happen for me." It sounds sad and it is at times, but as I said in notes on the other post, I've never felt incomplete or like I couldn't go out and live life without a partner. It's just one part of life, and part of being an adult is accepting that we don't always get everything we want.

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tswaney17 · 5 months

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Accidental Chemistry Holiday Series - Part 2: Gifts Galore

Happy New Year!! 🍾 I thought we could kick off the new year with my final holiday fic of the season. If you sent me prompts, don't worry! I will definitely try to come back to those in the future. Hey, blink and @elriel-month will be here, right? 😉 A special thank you to @impossiblescissorspeachpaper for sending me this prompt. 💕

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: minor language

Word Count: 2,772

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel watched as Elain brought in bag after bag of Christmas presents for Oliver.

At his raised brows, she shot him a sheepish smile. “I’ve been saving small bits of my paycheck for a few months now. And there were so many good sales. I saved like $200 on everything.” She shrugged, even as a blush touched her cheeks.

He reached to grab a few of her bags off her shoulder and set them on the table. Money was a sensitive topic for her, and one she didn’t like the dwell on. So, he said instead, “Well, it sounds like you scored a good deal today.”

She dropped her purse on the counter, peeking into the living area where her little one was crawling all over the floor. One of her rare smiles bloomed across her face. It was one she always seemed to get when she watched her son. And sometimes she shot at Azriel when she’d catch him playing with Oliver. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. That’s what he called that particular smile. “Thank you for watching him today. I appreciate it.”

“I was happy to do it,” he admitted, meaning every single word. Az had gotten comfortable with Oliver over the several months of them living there, building a relationship with the boy and his mother. He never imagined himself as a father figure, but something about the fierce protectiveness he felt towards Ollie—and Elain for that matter—the warmth that spread through his chest whenever he got one of those big grins, made him start believing that perhaps it was something he had truly desired after all.

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Remember, sharing is caring! Please reblog if you liked the fic. It helps spread my work and I truly appreciate it. 💕

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wolfjackle-creates · 6 months

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You know what, I'm just gonna self plug all my AO3 one shots now. I really enjoy them. I've locked everything to AO3 users only, but I still have an invite or two if there's anyone who doesn't have an account and wants to read them. Just send an ask or DM and I'll get one to you!

The Nurses Demands: Bruce gets a call from Tim's school. The nurse has ordered him to take Tim home.

Mr. Fenton was not pleased to see Red Robin on the streets when he knew Tim Drake had a broken arm. And he will make sure Bruce Wayne knows he is not pleased.

This one is more feral!adult!Danny. He's a retired hero who will not let the teen vigilantes of Gotham get away with working while injured. Bruce is blindsided by this random nurse knowing so much about their nightlife. I have ~ideas~ for how things would go after this, but idk if I'll ever write them. If anyone sends and ask, I'll definitely give a summary of some of my thoughts! (I've shared some before, but never in a cohesive fashion.)

It's my most popular fic on AO3, apparently. Which, wild.

2.7k words

Remember, Remember: Danny is a failed clone of Dick by the Court of Owls. Erasing his memory, they threw him out onto the world where he eventually got adopted by the Fentons. If the portal accident somehow knocked loose the mental block hiding his memories… Who knows what could happen.

I imagine Danny to be ~17 (physically) in this. He was aged up to ~8 when created, so he's about 9 or 10 years old from the time of creation.

This might be my favorite one shot of mine. I'd love to continue it, but I just don't have any concrete ideas for where I'd take it or how it'd go. And there's so many other projects I'm working on. Maybe one day.

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Electricity: Danny Phantom has been brought into the Justice League and it's great!

Or, well, it would be if Danny could be paired with anyone who wasn't an electricity user. The post-mission panic attacks are getting old and Jazz is worried.

What can I say, I love writing panic attacks.

This is one of the first one shots I wrote for the fandom that I was really proud of. I will always be fond of it for that reason.

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And that's it for the AO3 one shots! There's a few more on Tumblr only that I've shared today or are in my masterpost. I'll eventually get those transferred over, too. Been a great year of writing!

#dpxdc #one shots #my one shots #at least the ones that have made it to ao3 #i really need to get the others transferred

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genshinluvr · 1 year

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At Arm's Length

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After being forced into a marriage with the twenty-five men— technically, you agreed to it, so you weren't really forced into it, you couldn't help but yearn for a genuine connection with the men. You end up expressing your feelings about your marriage with your twenty-five husbands to Lumine, who is also your sister in law.

Note: Short-ish fic for this week since it's been a hectic week for me ;v; Not really sure how I feel about this fic since I do feel burned out from not only school but from writing fanfics as well 😵‍💫 It's a new quarter for me, and I'm just trying to keep up with school, my readings, and writings. I don't think this would count as angst, but just to be safe, I won't be tagging people that don't want to be tagged in angst or hurt/comfort. Next week's fic might be either Tagic Outcomes or Caught in the Crossfire since it's been a while since I've typed something for those two fics. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Would marriage count as a warning?

Word Count: 7k

This strange relationship you have with twenty-five men— it’s fake. There are no feelings attached, no physical touch or intimacy. No strings attached, as your world would call it. Usually, relationships that have no strings attached to them would be friends with benefits. You hate the friends-with-benefits title. It sounds depressing to you because it’s a “friendship” between two people where they do everything a typical relationship would have, only there are no romantic feelings involved.

You have been in that situation before, but it ended fast because you wanted to be more than that, and the person left because you broke the number one rule. Not to catch any feelings, and that is what you did. Oh, what a fool you are. How could you, a hopeless romantic, be in that kind of situation? You didn’t expect to be in an arranged marriage situation with twenty-five men from an open-world game you’ve been obsessed with for quite some time.

A stack of paper is slammed on the table in front of you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You look up at the older woman, who looks like she does not want to show up to work today.

“Please sign your first and last name here, and your… husbands will sign their names after,” the lady instructs, sliding a large stack of paper toward you.

You look at the stack of papers with wide eyes. These are marriage certificates, and you have to sign twenty-five pieces of paper. You turn to look at the twenty-five men standing two feet behind you. Pierro nods as if he’s signaling for you to go ahead and sign the papers. The majority of the men look uninterested, almost bored.

You swallow the lump in your throat and turn to look at the papers laid out in front of you. Marriage certificate, huh? You will be legally binded to the twenty-five men for who knows how long— perhaps until they all get bored of you and leave you one day without any notice. Just the thought of being abandoned so suddenly makes your heart clench. How did you end up in a situation like this?

The woman sitting at the front desk clears her throat, raising her eyebrows at you. “Are you going to sign the papers or not?” She asks with an attitude.

Your face heats up with embarrassment while you mutter an apology before grabbing the pen lying beside the stack of papers. You begin to sign your name on the marriage certificates. A marriage certificate is a contract, and contracts can’t be broken unless necessary. Well, at least that’s what you assume. You don’t have much knowledge when it comes to contracts, but a certain former Archon may know a thing or two about contracts.

After signing all twenty-five marriage certificates, you step to the side and let each man sign their name on the paper. Each paper is a marriage certificate between you and one man. While you’re technically married to twenty-five men at once, the marriage certificate and the government of the men’s respective regions (if they have one) state that you’re married to one man. Though, you have no idea how that’s going to work out since most of these men live in the same region as the other.

“There. It’s been done,” Xiao says, grabbing your attention.

You watch each man hand their pens over to the lady behind the desk. She takes the pen and begins to put the marriage certificates in a white envelope with gold borders. You walk to the woman, who begins to hand you each envelope.

You’re not sure how this works or how it’ll work. You weren’t prepared for marriage, nor did you plan on getting married so soon. The stack of envelopes in your arms starts becoming heavy the more the woman stacks one envelope over the other. While the envelope is thick and glossy, holding the stacks in your arms feels like lead. The woman puts one last envelope on the stack and nods.

“You’re all dismissed,” she says.

You and the men walk out of the building without saying a word to each other. I mean, what’s there to say after something like this? These men found you unconscious outside of Dragonspine. When you came to consciousness, you were met with various weapons pointing at your face. It took you a while to reassure them that you’re not a threat— how can you be a threat when you don’t have a vision or any weapons on your person?

Tensions are high, and silence hangs in the air. The tension is so thick you can suffocate in it. The sun is high in the sky, the birds are chirping, and the civilians are going on with their day, unaware of the situation.

You break the silence. “You guys are acting like I’m forcing all of you to marry me when I never brought up that idea. We can go back to the clerk and destroy the certificates if that makes you all happy,” you said.

“There’s no need to go back to the clerk to have the marriage certificates destroyed. What’s done is done, and you cannot break a contract once it's signed by the party involved,” Diluc says.

Archons, you hate this so much. You weren’t the one that brought the idea up to the men. It was them that suggested it for your “protection.” Ever since you revealed to them that you weren’t from their universe, they suggested that you should get married to them so that they can protect you from the Abyss and other potential harms that could come your way.

Because you know too much about what happened in their world that they’re unaware of, it was best for them to be betrothed to you to protect you and your identity. At least that’s what you were told. Quite frankly, there could be a better alternative. Still, the twenty-five men were adamant about the marriage option, and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t want to start any more issues with them, so you went along with their choice, and now here you are— married to twenty-five men.

A few months go by, and it’s been a few months since you have been “married” to the twenty-five men, and while you’re their significant other, they keep you at arm's length. Everything feels awkward between you and the men. They weren’t cold or rude to you. They didn’t mistreat you or make you feel alienated from the rest. You’re unsure if it’s because of your lack of relationship experience or if it was something else because everything felt awkward.

Since you are legally their partner for however long, the twenty-six of you need to put on a show to prove that your marriage is legitimate and not illegitimate. No matter where you all are, you have to get used to calling each other partners. They’re your husbands, and you are their spouse.

You’re going to be really honest here. It feels like you’re putting more effort into this role than these men are. It almost feels like you’re the only person that is trying to make it work despite how awkward it is. After all, it feels like an arranged marriage because these men don’t have feelings toward you— at least, that’s what you’re assuming. Since you’re not a citizen in Teyvat, you spend your time at the abode, cleaning, cooking, and watering the plants in the backyard because there’s nothing for you to do, really.

Instead of Thoma cooking food for everyone, you’re the one that does it. Of course, Thoma was opposed to it at first, but you insisted on cooking because they have jobs and duties to tend to, whereas you’re at the estate doing house duties.

You wake up around close to six in the morning to start your day. While you hated waking up early in the morning, you thought getting up before everyone else would make the men feel relieved in a way. After all, you don’t work or go to school. You could apply to Sumeru Akademiya and be a student there, but it would raise some suspicions, according to Al Haitham and Kaveh.

You’re not a fan of waking up at an early time, but ever since you and the twenty-five men have signed the marriage contract, you have been making it a habit to get up early in the morning to start your day ahead of everyone’s schedule. You’re standing in the kitchen in your pajamas, packing twenty-five lunches for each man. You made sure to cook their favorite dishes and include some snacks from the regions they’re from. It’s a lot to do, but you’re getting the hang of it.

“And we’re done!” You mutter to yourself, sighing in relief when you wrap the last lunch bag for the last man.

You yawn and stretch your arms in the air. You lined the lunch bags next to each other, labeling each bag with the men’s names on it so they wouldn’t mix up their lunch bags with someone else’s bags. That would’ve been a disaster if it did happen. You rub your eyes and walk to the stove, cracking eggs into the pan and begin to cook yourself some breakfast.

The kitchen door creaks open. You turn your head to see Thoma walking into the kitchen dressed for the day but with a bedhead. You crack a smile and look away before Thoma can see it. Thoma hums softly, walking over to where you’re standing.

“Morning, Thoma. I hope you slept well last night,” you said softly, cooking the eggs before you while Thoma dug through the refrigerator for water.

“I slept well. I hope you slept well, too, because it’s almost seven in the morning, and I don’t understand how you’re able to pack everyone's lunch before we all wake up,” Thoma murmurs, leaning against the counter beside you after grabbing a cup of water to drink.

You shrug. “It’s not as easy as I hoped it would be. That’s all I can say. Everyone has their likes and dislikes, and I have to make sure to prepare the ingredients the day prior,” you reply.

You look at the clock hanging on the wall and reach for the spatula. It’s almost time for everyone to get up for work, and Thoma is the only person that is awake. You’re not sure whether it’s because Thoma is used to getting up early ahead of every other man in the estate or if he’s used to waking up early because of his duties at the Kamisato Estate. But either way, you’re happy to have some kind of company, even if it’s short-lived.

“Thoma, it seems like you have yet to fix your bedhead,” the voice of the Kamisato heir breaks the short silence between you and the housekeeper of the Kamisato Estate.

Thoma laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “I tried to fix it, but there’s no use in getting it down when it’s stubborn,” Thoma sighs in defeat.

You continue to cook your breakfast while Thoma and Ayato hang out in the kitchen, chatting quietly near the island of the kitchen. You grab a plate and scoop the eggs, putting them on the plate while debating whether you should cook some bacon to go with your eggs for breakfast or not. The kitchen door opens once again, and more men walk into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes while muttering under their breaths.

You let out a silent gasp and smack yourself in the forehead, mentally cursing yourself for being forgetful. How could you make lunch for your husbands to take to work when you forget to brew them coffee and tea?! Dammit, dammit, dammit!

“Don’t hit yourself!” Scaramouche grumbles, smacking your hand away from your face with a small scowl on his face.

“Yeah! There’s nothing to beat yourself over. You made us lunch like you promised,” Gorou says, grabbing the small lunch sack from the kitchen island.

You sigh and rub your throbbing temples. “Of course, I would make you all lunch to bring to work with you all, but I forgot to brew coffee and tea for you guys,” you murmur. “Archons, how could I be so stupid and forget that?”

“You’re not stupid for forgetting to brew tea and coffee for us, [Y/N]. You were occupied with cooking lunch for twenty-five of us. There’s nothing worth beating yourself over,” Dainsleif says, walking over to the coffee pot.

“I’ll do better next time, I promise. My forgetfulness has caused everyone to be late for work,” you mutter, chewing on your bottom lip.

Childe throws his arms over your shoulders and pats your head. “Late for work? The clock just struck seven! If anything, we’re up pretty early, and we should leave the house not too long from now. Plus, some of us don’t thrive on coffee and tea,” Childe says.

“You do not need to worry about anything. You’re doing fine, and none of us are upset with you just because you forgot about coffee and tea. Plus, you cooked lunch for the twenty-five of us to bring to work. The least we can do is make our coffee and tea,” Al Haitham says, entering the kitchen with a peeved Kaveh following behind.

Kaveh stands beside you, crossing his arms over his chest with his chest puffing out. You look at Kaveh worriedly and lightly tap his arm. Kaveh continues to glare at Al Haitham before looking at you. You freeze for a moment when he looks at you with the same expression on his face. Kaveh notices your change in demeanor before relaxing.

Kaveh pats your head. “Sorry, [Y/N]! That glare wasn’t for you. It’s for that idiot over there with his stupid noise-canceling headphones,” Kaveh says, shooting a glare over at the Acting Grand Sage.

You weren’t sure if Al Haitham didn’t hear what Kaveh said because of his noise-canceling headphones or if he was intentionally ignoring Kaveh’s comment. You smile at Kaveh and pat his arm lightly before continuing what you were doing before the other men entered the kitchen. Once everyone is awake and ready for work, you pass everyone their lunch bags with their names on them.

You stand by the door of the estate and bid them goodbyes as they walk out the door. Some men pat your head on their way out, and others either give you a hug or squeeze your shoulders. Despite being married to them for a few months, this is the only kind of affection you were getting from the twenty-five men.

Just when Baizhu is about to close the estate’s door, you quickly stop him by grabbing his wrist. Baizhu stops in his tracks and turns to look at you, surprised and confused. You release Baizhu’s wrist and give him a strained smile.

“Remember to take your medication, alright? I know you work at Bubu Pharmacy, and your job is to take care of others and give your patients their medication, but please take care of yourself as well,” you whisper.

Baizhu looks at you with surprise before giving you a warm smile. Baizhu chuckles softly and pats your head, almost ruffling your hair. You laugh quietly and grab Baizhu’s hand, gently squeezing them.

Baizhu nods. “Of course, I’ll take care of myself. I promise,” Baizhu says, making a crossing motion over his chest.

Baizhu leans over you and presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door, leaving you at the entrance of the estate, speechless. You touch your forehead, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. You press your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from smiling widely. You close the estate’s door and lock it.

Before you and the men got married for your safety and to keep Teyvat at peace, they promised to each other and to themselves that they would keep you at arm's length. You’re sweet and down to earth, but because some of them have dangerous professions and you’re not from their world, they wanted to keep this distance between you and them. Your husbands do not hate you, and they’ve made it very clear on multiple occasions.

“If we seem cold toward you, we do not hate you. We don’t hold any disdain toward you, nor do we hold any grudges toward you.” Cyno would say as he is sitting across from you.

You nod and dig your nail into the wrinkly skin of your right ring finger— a bad habit of yours when you were a child that dragged on to your adulthood. You usually dig your nails into the wrinkly skin of your right ring finger when you’re stressed, nervous, or bored. It doesn’t hurt at all, nor could you feel it.

Tighnari clears his throat. “Do you have any other questions?” Tighnari asks, gazing at you curiously.

You hum to yourself and tap your fingers on your thighs. “I want to know why some of you will be acting cold toward me,” you mutter, puckering your lips.

“To be fair, some of us do it unintentionally,” Albedo interjects.

You couldn’t help but agree with Albedo on that. Some men do come off as standoffish and cold even though they’re not. It’s how they are to people in general, not just you. For example, Xiao is standoffish, but that doesn’t mean he hates you or holds any grudges toward you. If anything, Xiao wanted to distance himself from you because of his karmic debt, and because you’re mortal and don’t have a vision, he doesn’t want to harm you in any way or put you in harm's way.

“Just don’t do anything reckless that could put you in danger,” Pierro comments, leaning against the wall.

You bite the inside of your cheek. You don’t think you can guarantee that— staying away from danger, you mean. It’s not like you intentionally dive headfirst into danger without warning! You’re getting married to Archons, Harbingers, an Adeptus, a Knight, and many notable figures of Teyvat. There’s bound to be danger in almost every corner now that you’re associated with these men.

The men stare at you intently while you stare off into space, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. That’s another habit of yours the men noticed almost right off the bat. When you’re deep in thought, you tend to zone out and are not aware of your surroundings. It’s almost like your head is always in the clouds. It’s almost endearing in a way, but your head being in the clouds could also be the reason for your downfall.

“What’s on your mind?” Heizou asks, leaning back in his seat while watching you closely.

You sigh and chuckle to yourself. “I don’t have much going on in my mind, to be really honest. But I do have other questions, but I don’t think any of you are going to give me a clear answer,” you said.

Kazuha sits beside you and gazes at you curiously. You clear your throat and look away, feeling heat slowly creep up your neck. He’s even prettier in person. You wonder if Kazuha knows how pretty he is because he’s breathtaking. Then again, the twenty-four other men are just as stunning as Kazuha.

“If you want, you can ask us now, and if we know the answer, we’ll tell you. If not, we’ll try to answer it when we have the answers,” Kazuha suggests, giving you a small smile.

You pursed your lips and debated whether you should ask the question. If you were to ask them the question, you worry you might receive the answer you didn’t want to hear. But if you don’t ask the question, you’ll never know what will happen or what to expect. Itto lets out a loud grunt and stands up, stretching his arms out in front of him.

Itto props his hands on his hips and gives you an encouraging smile. “Whatever question you have for us, I think some of us have the answer for it, depending on what it is!” Itto says, tilting his head to the side while gazing at you curiously.

How long will this marriage last? Is what you wanted to ask the men. How long will it last? A few weeks? A few months? A few years, maybe? How long? The time in Teyvat is vastly different from your world, you’re assuming. The days in Teyvat are much faster than the days in your world. You and the men never went out on a date to get to know one another or to form a bond with one another. Would the marriage be convincing because of the lack of bond between the twenty-six of you? Or, well, between you and each man?

“I don’t know if I want to ask the question,” you mutter shyly.

Venti giggles and trots over to you, throwing his arms around your shoulders and giving you a pat on the head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to ask the question! We won’t pry!” Venti says, releasing you from his hug before walking over to where he was standing previously.

Zhongli clears his throat. “I would like to remind you all that what we’re all getting into involves a contract. Everyone has to agree to sign this contract mutually. If one person does not agree, then the contract will be invalid,” Zhongli says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Right, you nearly forgot that marriage is a contract with the party involved. It’s not a relationship where people can break up and go their separate ways after. Marriage is a contract, and to get out of marriage is breaking a contract. It’s a long process, and people can’t walk away from it so easily.

You didn’t remember who proposed the idea of every one of them marrying you to keep you away from danger and to keep your real origins hidden from the rest of Teyvat. It’s strange to you that you have to marry notable figures to keep your identity hidden, even though that’s putting more spotlight and target on you. You don’t mind getting married to twenty-five handsome men but getting married to them so suddenly is something you didn’t expect.

“Are you listening?” Capitano asks gruffly.

You nod mindlessly. “I’m not opposed to continuing this process. I mean, it’s not like I have a choice, really,” you mutter.

“It’s for your safety. If word gets out that you’re not from our universe and you possess the knowledge of Teyvat, you will be hunted down by the Abyss,” Dottore interjects from the corner of the room.

You didn’t realize he was in the same room until now. Now that you think about it, these Harbingers are scattered around the large office inside Dawn Winery. You puckered your lips and leaned back in your seat, crossing your leg over the other.

You sigh and tilt your head back. “Is the Abyss really a threat to me right now? In case you all have forgotten, you’re all notable figures. Some of you are Harbingers and Knights—”

Diluc makes a disgusted noise.

“Some of you are Adeptis and Archons—”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes and pretends to gag. You stare at Diluc and Scaramouche blankly while the two avoid your eyes. You huff and stand up, propping your hands on your hips. You look at the other men in the room, who gazes at you cluelessly.

Kaeya smiles at you and waves. “Ignore Diluc. He was once a Knight as well, but now he holds a grudge against us,” Kaeya says nonchalantly.

Diluc rolls his eyes in response and glares at Kaeya from the corner of his eyes. You scratch your head, wondering how in the world this marriage is going to work out of some of these men hold grudges against certain groups of people, especially when the others are part of that group.

“So, what do you say? Do you agree to marry all twenty-five of us for your protection? This is also no strings attached, so you can do whatever you want without us controlling you. That applies to us as well.” Pantalone says, holding his hand out toward you.

You sigh for the trillionth time, staring at Pantalone’s hand. No strings attached? How would a marriage work if it’s no strings attached? There are many strings attached to marriages! That only applies if it’s a friends-with-benefits situation, but marriage? Does that even apply to marriages? This got you scratching your head because what?

“I’m not sure what you mean by no strings attached,” you mutter, furrowing your eyebrows. “But yes, I will marry you. All of you. Although I did not think this is how the marriage proposal is going to turn out….” you trailed off, grabbing Pantalone’s hand and shaking his hand.

Childe smirks, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Oh? Did you perhaps want us to dress fancy and make it special?” Childe asks.

“Yes.” you deadpan. “Honestly, if I was dating all of you and this is how you all propose to me, it would’ve been an automatic no,” you add.

“Huh!? Then what should we do to get you to say yes other than making it special?” Itto asks, giving you a look of disbelief.

You hum thoughtfully, tapping on your chin after releasing Pantalone’s hand. “Well, last time I checked, an engagement ring is involved. If we’re going to make this ‘real,’ there needs to be a ring, or else people won’t believe it,” you explain.

“Oh? Do you want us to get you an engagement ring?” Pierro asks, looking at you with an amused look on his face.

You feel your face heat up, and you look away with a “hmph!” The marriage is real, but at the same time, it’s not. Yes, a marriage certificate and license will be signed and given to the twenty-six of you, but this marriage is a loveless marriage. At least, that’s what you assume it’ll be. If you have to marry the twenty-five of them for your safety, you might as well make it convincing, right? Then again, you don’t want them to spend a lot of Mora over a ring.

“Yes, I do. I mean, unless people in Teyvat do it differently,” you mutter, stroking your chin. You shake your head and wave your hand. “You know what? Forget it. It’s not even a real marriage, so why should I want a ring to be involved?” You sigh.

Aether looks at you quizzically. “What do you mean? It is a real marriage,” Aether says.

“Not when the marriage is rushed, and none of you have feelings for me,” you mutter under your breath.

“Either way, the wedding is real because a contract is involved. If it were fake, the marriage license and certificate wouldn’t be signed, and it would’ve been more of a role play,” Tighnari interjects, shrugging his shoulders.

Well, Tighnari’s not wrong about that. Still, the marriage isn’t genuine between you and the twenty-five men. You shouldn’t be complaining when they’re doing it for your safety, but what Pantalone said really bothers you. A marriage that has no strings attached. How would that even work? You get attached easily!

“[Y/N].”

How would the men react if you told them you wanted the marriage to be real? By that, you mean you wanted them to love you as much as you love them. Is it too early to tell them you love them despite knowing them for only a short amount of time during your stay in Teyvat? I mean, you technically knew them longer than they know you because—

“[Y/N]!”

You feel something smack you in the face. You blink and rub the tip of your nose, looking at the item that fell onto your lap. A bread roll. You clear your throat and grab the bread, glancing up at Lumine, who sighs and props her head up on the table with her arm.

You put the bread roll on the plate, giving Lumine an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Lumine. I didn’t mean to get lost in my thoughts,” you said. “What were you saying?”

Lumine lets out a long sigh and leans back in her seat, staring at you closely while tapping her fingers on her biceps. “I was wondering how your marriage is going with those twenty-five men. Specifically, my twin brother,” Lumine says.

“Oh!” You look at her surprised, reminding Lumine of a startled fox she came across many times while on her and her brother’s exploration around Teyvat. “It’s… uh… it’s going!” You say, giving her a strained smile.

Lumine deadpans. “Listen, [Y/N]... I invited you to lunch at a lovely restaurant in Mondstadt so we can chat and catch up!” She leans on the table and looks at you worriedly. “You stared off into space for a while, and you look very upset, maybe almost annoyed as well,” Lumine says.

You gulp and reach for your teacup, sipping your now cold tea. Have you been spacing out for that long? You didn’t even realize it until Lumine snapped you out of your thoughts. You’re not sure if you should tell Lumine what’s been bothering you. Surely she knows the state of your and the twenty-five men’s marriage, right? Plus, it’s not like Aether would be hiding the truth of his marriage with you.

Lumine chuckles, shaking her head. “You know, when Aether told me he was getting married, I was genuinely shocked. My brother? Getting married? That’s something I never thought would happen.”

“It’s a loveless marriage, though,” you whisper in defeat, slumping forward and resting your chin on the table. “My marriage with these men is loveless. There are no strings attached, which I find odd because there’s no marriage like that! I mean… unless it’s an arranged marriage that is strictly business,” you mutter, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Lumine gives you a sympathetic look, reaching for your hand across the table, and gently squeezes your hand. “Have you expressed your desire of wanting the marriage to be real instead of it being an excuse to protect you and keep you within close range?” Lumine asks, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

You shake your head glumly.

Lumine looks at you with confusion and tilts her head to the side. “Why not? I mean, marriage involves a lot of communication, right? How would the marriage work out if none of you are communicating about your wants, worries, and desires?” Lumine asks.

“Lumine, these men barely show me affection as my husbands. They talk to me, yes, but it's always awkward between us when we speak,” you say, pulling your hand away from hers before reaching for the bread roll and breaking it apart.

“Sounds like you all need a marriage counselor,” Lumine says nonchalantly, leaning back in her seat with a sigh. “I’m no love expert, but trust me, communicating your wants, needs, desires, and worries will make marriage much easier!” Lumine says.

“The last time I did that, my ex laughed in my face and left me for my ex-best friend,” you deadpan.

Lumine blinks at you and laughs nervously, grabbing her cup of water and taking a sip of it. You lightly slam your head on the wooden table, causing the cutlery to clatter from the impact. You close your eyes and turn your head to the side, staring off into space.

Even if you were to express your wants, needs, desires, and worries to your husbands, you worry that it’ll drive them away from you. Not only that, but you worry that it’ll make them snap you back into reality— the reality that your marriage with them is loveless. The purpose of the marriage is to protect you and your identity from the people of Teyvat, from the Abyss Order.

While Aether and Lumine aren’t the Abyss Prince and Princess, the Abyss Order is still as active as ever. Heck, they might be out looking for you and either kill you for knowing too much information or, worst case scenario: make you the new ruler of the Abyss. You sit up and prop your head up with your elbow on the table, sighing wistfully.

“I didn’t think I would be thrown into marriage a few weeks after my arrival to Teyvat. Now here I am, a few months later, in a loveless marriage with twenty-five men who are unobtainable due to their status,” you ramble, rubbing your face with a frustrated sigh and tugging at the roots of your hair.

Lumine smacks your hand away from your head with a scolding look. You release your hair and let your hands fall on your lap, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. You don’t care that you’re married to the handsome twenty-five men. You care that it’s a loveless marriage that is “no strings attached.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, resting it on the top rail. “A hopeless romantic like myself shouldn’t be in a loveless marriage. I try to find hope in the littlest things, only to be disappointed in the end because I have a hard time accepting that none of these men will ever love me,” you let out a shaky sigh. “There are times when I question if I’m worthy of love because of how many people left me heartbroken. Look at me. I’m in a loveless marriage with twenty-five men who keep me at arm's length. They refuse to get close to me or show me affection. I don’t know how much longer I can handle it,” you murmur.

Lumine glances over your shoulders and then back at you, reaching for her fork. It’s supposed to be a day where you and Lumine hang out with each other. You did tell your husbands that you’ll be meeting up with Lumine, and they’re okay with it. Of course, why wouldn’t they? Lumine stares at you intently, biting on the inside of her lips. Your eyebrows are furrowed, Lumine can see the dark circles under your eyes, and the frown on your face has only gotten deeper. Dear Archons, how unhappy are you? You look like you’re barely hanging on. You look defeated and exhausted.

Lumine clears her throat. “I’m sure they show they care about you somehow, correct? You’re married, and while it’s not like any other marriages, I’m sure they show a tiny bit of affection,” Lumine murmurs.

You crack your eyes open and rest your chin on the table. “Even if they did, it’s not enough that is convincing. They have tried to reassure me they don’t intend on being cold toward me, but it’s hard to tell sometimes.”

Lumine raises her eyebrows at you and taps her fingers on the table. “Do you want the marriage to be convincing, or do you want it to be genuine? No offense, but I’m confused about what you want from my brother and your other husbands,” Lumine comments.

You let out a sharp exhale and bury your face in the table. “I want it to be real. The marriage certificate and license are real, yes, but I want….” You trail off, turning your head to the side so your cheek is resting on the wooden table.

“You want….?” Lumine furrows her eyebrows.

You sit up straight and scratch your cheek. “I want them to love and care about me as much as I do for them. Since this marriage is, according to Pantalone, no strings attached, it makes me feel like I’m not meant to be loved even if I do love someone or something. If that makes sense.” You run your fingers through your hair and puff your cheeks out. “That’s all I want. But knowing them, they will never feel the same way, and I need to accept it.”

You stare at Lumine, who looks like she just saw a ghost for the first time. You look at her quizzically while she slowly lifts her hand and points behind you. You freeze and close your eyes, mentally cursing to yourself. You slowly turn in your seat and open your eyes, only to see your beloved husbands standing there with their arms over their chests, looking at you with unreadable expressions on their faces.

“We need to talk,” Diluc says.

Your shoulders slump, and you nod. You get up from your seat and bid Lumine goodbye before walking outside of Mondstadt. Lumine gives Aether a look when he walks past her alongside the other men. The way back to the estate was silent, other than muttering from other men here and there. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and ashamed for admitting it out loud. Even if you said it to Lumine, you didn’t expect your husbands to walk up to your table while you were rambling.

Now, you’re sitting on the couch while the men are standing in front of you. You feel like a child getting ready to be scolded by their parents for misbehaving. You feel so small, almost inferior.

“Can you explain to us what you and Lumine were talking about?” Xiao asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You purse your lips. “Lumine and I were talking about our,” you gesture to yourself and the twenty-five men in front of you, “marriage, and I was expressing my feelings about the marriage.”

“Care to tell us more about it?” Kaeya asks, sitting across from you.

“Do I need to explain it to you all again? I have a feeling that all of you heard what I said to Lumine before I realized you all heard what I was saying,” you commented.

Gorou nods. “That is true, yes, but we want you to say it to us. We are your husbands, after all.”

Archons, this is embarrassing.

“I…” You sigh, staring off into space.

You can’t say what you said to Lumine earlier today. It’s not like you didn’t want to. It’s because you have a hard time expressing your emotions and saying what’s on your mind.

You shake your head, burying your face into the palm of your hands. “Sorry, I’m having a hard time.” You whisper.

Aether gives you a sympathetic look. “It’s okay! Take your time!” Aether reassures you, sitting beside you and rubbing your arm.

“We want to let you know that we’re not mad at you for telling Lumine how you feel about the marriage,” Heizou says, sitting on the other side of you, sandwiching you between him and Aether.

You give Aether and Heizou a strained smile before looking down at your hands on your lap.

“I don’t know how you all feel about this marriage, but lately, I feel like you all have been avoiding me. The better way for me to put it is you’re all keeping me at arm’s length, and I feel like I can’t get through the walls you’re all putting up.”

“Like Pantalone said, the marriage is no string attached,” Dottore says passively.

You stand up. “That only works for friends-with-benefits situations. We’re married. Marriage isn’t supposed to be like this unless it’s a business transaction like those arranged marriages, but this isn’t arranged. It’s sudden, and I’m an idiot for thinking I’m strong enough to be in this situation.”

“What are you trying to say exactly?” Capitano asks.

“Am I really that hard to love to the point where you all keep me at arm’s length? If I am, we could just end the marriage and go our separate ways,” you suggest.

Al Haitham shakes his head. “That’s not why we keep you at arm’s length. You’re not hard to love. We do care about you, [Y/N].”

“Then why put a wall between us? I’m doing everything I can to have you all open up to me, but it's futile.”

Kaveh kneels in front of you and grabs your hand. “We put you at arm’s length because we worry that if we end up developing feelings for you, you will return to your world suddenly. We do care about you, and it’s hard for us to act like we don’t love you. We do, and it’s not easy for either of us to keep this distance.”

“I see where you’re all coming from, but we don’t know when I’ll return to my world. I’ve been in Teyvat for, what, a few months now?” You look at the men quizzically.

“That’s the unfortunate thing. We don’t know how or when you’ll return to your world. It’s a constant guessing game, and falling in love with someone and them disappearing out of thin air without warning is terrifying.” Albedo interjects, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“And so is marrying someone and keeping them at a far distance until they disappear! It’s almost a cruel and unusual punishment.” You retort.

“Would you be okay with us starting all over again?” Kazuha asks.

You press your lips into a thin line and squint at Kazuha. What does he mean by that exactly?

“We want to form a connection with you. While we treated you with respect (and will continue to do so), we want to treat you like our spouse instead of a stranger/roommate.” Scaramouche replies.

You nod, feeling your face gradually become warm. You continue to keep your lips pressed into a thin line to prevent a big smile from forming on your face. They wanted a fresh start. A start where they treat you like a lover rather than a stranger. You’re okay with that! In fact, you like that idea more than whatever’s been happening for the past few months.

“I like that idea.” You say softly.

Cyno smiles and pats your head. “Good.”

A fresh start with your twenty-five husbands. That’s something you didn’t expect would happen, but you’re not complaining. It’s better than having them keep their distance from you.

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